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Gee, doing the payroll and several other things looked good this noon. And then it wasn't raining after all, and I did want to start getting all that heavy gravel I spontaneously bought yesterday out of the back of the Jeep. So I started in on that. After at least moving a load of laundry and starting another.
This is L.R. + start CLOTHES week, in House '22 Spring Cleaning, the Extravaganza, except When It Isn't. Last week was the first LR week, but, as you may recall (did I talk of it here?), somehow I thought getting into the closet and really getting something on there would be the perfect inroad. Granted, I've now made 2 trips to the thrift, and have a couple of things on Craigslist that no one bit on --- maybe someone I know will want my dad's gravestone rubbing of Shakespeare's epitaph, mounted by him on a hunk of wood he'd stained and then shellacked, and added a hanging wire to via several tight staples of a staple gun. Man, I can tell he put something into it. But I don't want it any more. Guess if that ends up at the thrift I should stick a note on it saying what it is, at least.
Maybe I'll end up keeping Holly's two Italian gold-paint details of Botticelli wimmin. It has vague recollections fo the old-school dykery she was, at the time, so in her element with, and so unlike my previous gf. My LR already has my version of Gertrude Stein's cover-the-walls-all-over with art. A little sparser than hers, but busier than most folks'. I dunno. I don't have to decide now.
This coming week I have Thursday off, for more cleaning. And I just asked for a day off the week after that, and another the week after that. I'll still have plenty of leave to burn for days before and after my several-day trip. Which I guess I'm aiming to do! The place I've got (and kept rolling over my) reservations (for) is a cool not-cheap place. Why not. I never go anywhere. No more need for nights in the Jeep and days here and there in Motel 6s, between friends' places, on the big road trips.
Which is good, cuz I am way more squicked by iffy motel rooms now than when I was in my 20s and 30s, driving all over. I don't even like to drive for 900 miles in a day and be like "Wow, look how far I am from where I got up this morning." Nah. No more not stopping unless I'm going to do at least 2 out of the 3 of get gas, eat, use the bathroom.
Good thing I stopped halfway through today's gravel. I forgot how much it took out of me last time. It's pretty clear I'm not just old, but also not fully over COVID's lingering effects. Probably I did too much today already, in terms of having anything left for more household stuff today, and energy to get through a workday and chorus tomorrow. Still, it's warm enough that I've got some windows open, and I'm hot enough from labor to appreciate the cool air.
On my weekend to-do list were 3 occurrences of "cuddle with cat(s)", and I've already done 2 of those. Might add a couple of extras to the "bonus" list.
So weird, the way you don't know how much you're tiring yourself while it's going on. The snow shoveling thing.
Hope y'all are having a fine Sunday, or whatever day it is when you see this.
This is L.R. + start CLOTHES week, in House '22 Spring Cleaning, the Extravaganza, except When It Isn't. Last week was the first LR week, but, as you may recall (did I talk of it here?), somehow I thought getting into the closet and really getting something on there would be the perfect inroad. Granted, I've now made 2 trips to the thrift, and have a couple of things on Craigslist that no one bit on --- maybe someone I know will want my dad's gravestone rubbing of Shakespeare's epitaph, mounted by him on a hunk of wood he'd stained and then shellacked, and added a hanging wire to via several tight staples of a staple gun. Man, I can tell he put something into it. But I don't want it any more. Guess if that ends up at the thrift I should stick a note on it saying what it is, at least.
Maybe I'll end up keeping Holly's two Italian gold-paint details of Botticelli wimmin. It has vague recollections fo the old-school dykery she was, at the time, so in her element with, and so unlike my previous gf. My LR already has my version of Gertrude Stein's cover-the-walls-all-over with art. A little sparser than hers, but busier than most folks'. I dunno. I don't have to decide now.
This coming week I have Thursday off, for more cleaning. And I just asked for a day off the week after that, and another the week after that. I'll still have plenty of leave to burn for days before and after my several-day trip. Which I guess I'm aiming to do! The place I've got (and kept rolling over my) reservations (for) is a cool not-cheap place. Why not. I never go anywhere. No more need for nights in the Jeep and days here and there in Motel 6s, between friends' places, on the big road trips.
Which is good, cuz I am way more squicked by iffy motel rooms now than when I was in my 20s and 30s, driving all over. I don't even like to drive for 900 miles in a day and be like "Wow, look how far I am from where I got up this morning." Nah. No more not stopping unless I'm going to do at least 2 out of the 3 of get gas, eat, use the bathroom.
Good thing I stopped halfway through today's gravel. I forgot how much it took out of me last time. It's pretty clear I'm not just old, but also not fully over COVID's lingering effects. Probably I did too much today already, in terms of having anything left for more household stuff today, and energy to get through a workday and chorus tomorrow. Still, it's warm enough that I've got some windows open, and I'm hot enough from labor to appreciate the cool air.
On my weekend to-do list were 3 occurrences of "cuddle with cat(s)", and I've already done 2 of those. Might add a couple of extras to the "bonus" list.
So weird, the way you don't know how much you're tiring yourself while it's going on. The snow shoveling thing.
Hope y'all are having a fine Sunday, or whatever day it is when you see this.
