Ever since my sister started helping me get my sewing and art rooms organized, my whole house has been a disaster. Partly this is because I’m a living tornado and I no longer have my storm chaser picking up after me. I don’t know how he kept up. Well, yes, I do. None of that is me. Nonetheless, I am learning to pick it up–NOW!, to put it away–NOW! Or deal with a big mess. I think I about 50-50…
11/6/25 That’s how I’m clearing stuff out. It’s gonna take forever. There are advantages to being a packrat, but it definitely has it’s down side. Cleaning and running out of space being the two main issues. Back in August I decided to tackle this disaster. It was actually worse than it looks. I could barely get in there and move around. My first objective was to get all the art stuff out. There were four bookshelves in that back right…
First thing this morning (about 11 am) I was greeted by the neighborhood turkeys. They were flying one by one onto our roof. But by the time I got my clothes on, the were on my neighbor’s roof. Today was a beautiful day. The sun was out for a good part of it. It was also warm–in the 50s I think. These are the flowers in bloom in my garden today. This is the spirea outside the kitchen window. Most…
I always think I want to get here and post something, but then end up doing something else. Oh, well. That’s the way it goes. This is just a disorganized post of what I have been doing. Despite the fact that time zips by too quickly and keeps going faster, looking at what I’ve actually managed to get done, I can’t say I’m unhappy. For so long it seemed like I planned to do a lot, but actually did very…
When I logged in, I had three updates. Apparently I can do more on here, now. Not that I understood what with the quick scan I did. No time to play with it now. This week was actually productive for me. Unfortunately, not in the way I had hoped. Fortunately, in a way that was needed. Monday was errand day. Not exciting. Among more routine errands, we got a new toilet. Hopefully, we won’t have clogs and backups any more….
I had a reasonably long list of things I wanted to get done this week. I need to redefine reasonable. I probably should also keep a list of what I do manage to get done. It doesn’t seem like I accomplished anything, but I did get some things crossed off the list. I’m not sure what’ll get done today. There are still plenty of items on the list. Hmm . . . Maybe fix the bathroom cabinet door, which is…
I always plan to write something here every day, but then I get distracted. I guess I shouldn’t compare myself with my younger self, but it seems I get so little done. These sentences don’t seem quite related, but they are. I’ve always been distracted, but I used to move from one thing to the next and manage to spend enough time on each to have accomplished something by the end of the day, or the end of the week….
And as seems to have become the norm, I haven’t done half the projects I planned for summer. That’s the only thing I hate about getting older–not having the energy or stamina to work physically from eight or nine in the morning until three, four or five in the afternoon. Yesterday I worked outside for about ninety minutes, and though the temperature was only low 80°s, I was wiped out. Still, I did manage to plant the candytuft Debie gave…
I’m a homebody. I have ADD. I’ve done nothing this week because I’ve had appointments and have been pulled away from my routine (such as it is) by those, and other things, every day. My introverted homebody-ness borders on being a hermit. I’m able to go for a long time with no more outside contact than occasional texting. I’m not really sure how long, and it probably varies because I do like and need human contact sometimes, but I get…
1:00 p.m. I think a month goes by as fast as a week (or less) used to. I never get used to it. I can remember when summer lasted a long time. Now it seems like the other three seasons together go by faster than summer used to go. I’m in a mood, today. Woke up that way. I can’t remember enough of my dream to know what set it off, but waking up cold did not help. I’ve come…