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Feb. 4th, 2007 08:18 pmClean house
I had a friends over for brunch today, and did all my major cleaning this AM. Mind, I spend nearly all day yesterday cleaning in prep for this (when I wasn't out to dinner, getting my hair cut, talking to neighbor's housesitter, lap swimming, sitting in a hot tub, or grocery shopping), but I get engrossed in details no one else would notice. By 2 AM Sat. night, the Done list was all minutae involving corners of cabinets, the not-regular jewelry drawer, the glasses & flashlight collection. So, 7 AM? Everything Else: cat-barfed-on throw rugs, squirrel-sized hairballs, sinks, oiling cutting board, etc. etc. + moving 3 giant stacks of reading materials to the extra bedroom. The one that used to be empty. These were old, dear friends, so the first arrivals were not too surprised to find me vacuuming when they arrived. Argh. A nice brunch and 3-4 mile urban walk followed.
In keeping with "save the best for last," also sometimes known as "wait for the deadline," I'm at work at 8:30 PM on Sunday avoiding finishing that stupid report that has to be done by 9 AM, 1 hr. earlier than when I come to work. Because I still have time to do it and LJ is much more fun!
I'm so ready to retire, I'm beginning to obsess about it. I need to figure out if I can afford it or not, if I'd have to sell my house and leave the area or if I could afford to stay. It's on the to-do list.
I had a friends over for brunch today, and did all my major cleaning this AM. Mind, I spend nearly all day yesterday cleaning in prep for this (when I wasn't out to dinner, getting my hair cut, talking to neighbor's housesitter, lap swimming, sitting in a hot tub, or grocery shopping), but I get engrossed in details no one else would notice. By 2 AM Sat. night, the Done list was all minutae involving corners of cabinets, the not-regular jewelry drawer, the glasses & flashlight collection. So, 7 AM? Everything Else: cat-barfed-on throw rugs, squirrel-sized hairballs, sinks, oiling cutting board, etc. etc. + moving 3 giant stacks of reading materials to the extra bedroom. The one that used to be empty. These were old, dear friends, so the first arrivals were not too surprised to find me vacuuming when they arrived. Argh. A nice brunch and 3-4 mile urban walk followed.
In keeping with "save the best for last," also sometimes known as "wait for the deadline," I'm at work at 8:30 PM on Sunday avoiding finishing that stupid report that has to be done by 9 AM, 1 hr. earlier than when I come to work. Because I still have time to do it and LJ is much more fun!
I'm so ready to retire, I'm beginning to obsess about it. I need to figure out if I can afford it or not, if I'd have to sell my house and leave the area or if I could afford to stay. It's on the to-do list.