shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's About Time That I Wrote Something There are six dozen (give or take a handful) homemade mini-chocolate chip cookies cooling right now. Fred will take a bunch to work as a thank-you for the guy who gave him a fluorescent bulb to get one of our basement lights up and running again. In this day and age, it’s still fun to barter. Last weekend we seriously dug into one of the basement rooms that we’d REALLY let go. The cats had run amuck, and shed cat hair amuck, and it was time to reclaim the space. After tossing out that which was not working (much of which was snatched from the curb by the hillbilly-ish family that lives a few streets away), sweeping up the cat hair, lining the not-that-great shelving with parchment paper, and latching the door, we now have a functional craft room. There’s still plenty of work to be done, but we are light years ahead of where we were, and without all that much effort. Why did we let things slide so epically? We made fun of the families on “Mission Organization” and “Clean Sweep,” while denying that we were perched right over a similar situation. This week, I was actually able to start painting a little wooden Santa that I’d picked up years ago. Santa looks a lot happier now, and we feel lighter. Literally. This week I started a list of “100 Things to Accomplish.” I’ve only come up with forty-one items, so far, but I keep adding to the list as more things pop into my head. Today I added, “Stop letting scary people scare me.” Here’s a sampling from the list: Tomorrow I will make the Lasagna-Style Baked Ziti from November’s Real Simple magazine, and then dinner will be set for Monday and Wednesday. I might toss in a little Italian style chicken sausage, just for fun. I have a meeting right after church tomorrow and I really hate these meetings. The minister always say that they’ll be brief, but they never are, and I find myself getting hungry, sleepy, and angry. And my notes get messier as time drags on. If the weather is really nice, then I get extra-crabby. Today I had prints made of Boo and Scout to insert in two boxes worth of Shoebox photo Christmas cards that I bought for half-price at least three years ago. I’m getting a jump on the card thing this year, and spent a little time updating my address spreadsheet. What’s alarming is the number of people who’ve died since last year. And they weren’t all old. A reminder, I guess, to not take anything too seriously (not my strong suit). Anyway, the boys are terribly cute and have “Happy Holidays” written all over their little doggy faces. I’m being chastised for not finishing up the baking dishes, and I’d better get to a little bit of ironing. 10:58 p.m. - 2005-11-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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