I added a couple of new things to the sidebars. First, my Twitter feed is on the left hand side. Notice that based on the current “tweets” (ye gods, I can’t roll my eyes any harder) over there, I haven’t gotten around to being pithy and snarky yet. I’m still not sure I’m a “twitter-er”. But, it’s there. I might use it now and again.
Second is a “most recent comments” area on the right hand side, so you guys can see where the cool kids are hanging out and what they’re saying. Also handy if you’re waiting for a response from me on a comment – you can see if I’ve done any recent responding without actually tracking down the entry and digging into the comments.
I’m no longer in love with my house. Oh, I LOVED it when we first built the addition and remodeled the existing dwelling. Everything was new and shiny and clean and in good repair. Now? The honeymoon is officially over. Things need painting, and repairing, and re-trimming, and leak-fixing, and re-roofing. The front and back yards are in sad, sad, sad condition – and they used to be so pretty! The carpets are T-R-A-S-H-E-D and no amount of cleaning will deny the fact that they need total replacement. I mean, they are eight years old, so that’s a pretty good run, right? How long should a carpet last in a high traffic (high spill) area?
There is a laundry list of projects that are no longer “nice to get done”, but “MUST GET DONE PRONTO”. And Calvin and I have ZERO motivation to do any of it.
GAH. Sometimes I hate being a homeowner – though I really am grateful to have my own home. I just can’t wait to move to a condo in downtown Portland. IT WILL HAPPEN. And then I can kiss my lawnmower goodbye. And perhaps flip it off. Twice.
I mean this in the literal sense. I have books all over the house that need to be corralled and organized and weeded through. What used to fit on the shelves in the spare room closet have now BROKEN those shelves and spilled out into the room beyond. When I get new books I have nowhere to put them, and so I toss them into the growing pile on the spare room floor.
(Calvin’s solution? “Stop buying books.” BWA! BWAHA! BWAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!)
Calvin will be gone for a week, coming up later in the month, on assignment in Flagstaff (and doesn’t that sound all Mission Impossible?). I do believe I shall fill the alone time in the evenings digging through my mountain of books and FINALLY deciding what I’m going to keep and what I’m going to give away or donate.
Here’s where you’re going to laugh. And Calvin’s going to commit me to a mental institution.
See, I read a lot. A LOT. And I have a lot of favorite authors and a lot of book series that I try to keep up on. It got to the point a long LONG time ago where I would go to the bookstore, pick up a book, and be completely unable to remember if I read it, or if I own it.
You know what’s coming. You know you do.
I’m going to CATALOG MY BOOK COLLECTION. A completely unnecessary task that just continues to support my list-making addiction. I mean, remember how hard Calvin laughed at me when I cataloged our CD’s oh-so-long ago? (Okay, I just re-read that entry – I can’t believe I found it at all – and there’s no mention of just how much ribbing I got for cataloging our CD’s. Believe me. I got some.) He’s going to shit bricks when he reads this.
On that auspicious note, I’m outta here. Lunch is beckoning and I only had yogurt for breakfast. You kids behave until I get back!