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which_chickIt's raining like a bitch, which sort of kills horse activities for today. The house is about sixty degrees and I have watched all of Desperate Housewives (Season 2) and read the entire second Elf Porn book (twice). This is a fucking three day weekend and I have run out of fun things to do on Saturday, just slightly after twelve noon.
I can do (and fold!) laundry. I can clean the kitchen. I can clean the living room and do the floors. I can organize the book room. I can build a CD storage shelf and then prime, paint, and hang it. (Yes, without going to the store. I'm good like that.) I can knit on the felted bag for my mother. I can go through my closet and toss clothing I haven't worn in two years or more... including the jeans that I keep thinking I can eventually get thin enough to fit into again. (I am never going to be thin enough to fit into them again.) I can clean the bathroom. (As you may have noticed from the number of items on the list involving cleaning, housekeeping in my world is mostly a matter of lowered expectations.)
Yes. I have many things I can do. Living room -- I'd like to see the surface of my coffee table again. It's been months and I miss it. Dust bunnies. Muddy footprints. I could rotate the blades on the ceiling fan. I could put books I'm done with back into the book room. I could throw things away. I could open and stir the free paint from the ex-tenant and see if any of it is inoffensive enough to paint the CD storage unit that I haven't built yet from the spare lumber that is in the book room. Dining room table and sideboard need to be cleaned off. Vacuuming is a distant enough memory that my cat isn't even remotely afraid of the damn thing anymore.
*sigh* Right. I have things to do with my three-day weekend. Pity none of them are fun.
On the plus side, brother-the-younger has been happily and busily losing weight and now almost weighs less than I do. He's about six feet tall. I'm five foot seven. I see absolutely no way for him to weigh less than I do without me being annoyingly fat. Thanks a lot, brother-the-younger.
I can do (and fold!) laundry. I can clean the kitchen. I can clean the living room and do the floors. I can organize the book room. I can build a CD storage shelf and then prime, paint, and hang it. (Yes, without going to the store. I'm good like that.) I can knit on the felted bag for my mother. I can go through my closet and toss clothing I haven't worn in two years or more... including the jeans that I keep thinking I can eventually get thin enough to fit into again. (I am never going to be thin enough to fit into them again.) I can clean the bathroom. (As you may have noticed from the number of items on the list involving cleaning, housekeeping in my world is mostly a matter of lowered expectations.)
Yes. I have many things I can do. Living room -- I'd like to see the surface of my coffee table again. It's been months and I miss it. Dust bunnies. Muddy footprints. I could rotate the blades on the ceiling fan. I could put books I'm done with back into the book room. I could throw things away. I could open and stir the free paint from the ex-tenant and see if any of it is inoffensive enough to paint the CD storage unit that I haven't built yet from the spare lumber that is in the book room. Dining room table and sideboard need to be cleaned off. Vacuuming is a distant enough memory that my cat isn't even remotely afraid of the damn thing anymore.
*sigh* Right. I have things to do with my three-day weekend. Pity none of them are fun.
On the plus side, brother-the-younger has been happily and busily losing weight and now almost weighs less than I do. He's about six feet tall. I'm five foot seven. I see absolutely no way for him to weigh less than I do without me being annoyingly fat. Thanks a lot, brother-the-younger.
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Date: 2006-09-02 04:38 pm (UTC)Unforunately, I am sick again. Seems to be similiar to what was laying me low last month, only with the added benefit of causing me to lose my voice. And I had a fever one day this week, which was also different But it is centered in my throat, which feels like someone has been rubbing it with sandpaper, and the doctor is amazed that the strep test came back negative considering how bad it looked when she had me go "AHHHH"
So I am not feeling like doing anything much of all.
It really sucks.
Good luck with whatever you decide to do, though. If you end up building the cd storage unit, could you post a picture? Our various and sundry storage options are all overflowing and I'd like to see what's possible without spending a lot of money.