well, I guess since it's 12:33 p.m. it's no longer Saturday morning, but there you have it..a day in the life...making sense of the little things, like the laundry, which never ends, is 'donated' upon (here wash me up an extry 25 loads wouldja) and ends up becoming a process in the routine maintenance of the little shop vac that I use to siphon off the excess dirt, rocks, lint, thread, paper, sand, wood chip that come through the filtration system of the dryer. It feels very good to clean up the laundry, get it in a system of order but then you get to the place where you're putting it away (how did you ever get by without what you've just washed, you wonder?) You find that you've got a wretched excess (don't you?) my God, where are you going to put it...??
It isn't like I take that long to get around to washing up the laundry because I don't procrastinate about it. I just don't like putting it all away. Things get dirty when you've started a house renovation process, you're raising a 17-year old foster kid with a penchant for motor oil and things connected to that, and you're redoing your rental house due to the fact the last tenants were monsters...
It's kind of like the shelf life of a double A battery: just whewn you think you're going to see your little clock run again, you don't have one, the ones you do have are spent, there is no place close where you can get one..eh.. Some one had some good advice about not sweating the small stuff. Putting a battery in a clock is like that. I'll do it when I get around to it. At the moment I'm wondernig how to get the sludge out of the sink drain in the kitchen, rehang the garage door that was shoved up crooked, wash up the donation loads of laundry for the club that's having the mega garage sale, and check in the mirror once in a while to see if the lightener I put on my graying roots is doing anything interesting.
I can't remember the last tme I wore makeup. I looked at my face in the mirror on one of those rare sunny days we get sometimes that are like a beautiful slice of nirvana for a few hours. I saw the crumbly remains of my jawline folding into little white cushions of slackkening skin, very white, freckled as it is. (and herein I took a several hour break to have breakfast, take a bath, do some laundry..and ponder what I had seen, hehe)... I guess I seriously doubt that makeup will hide any of the changing planes of my face, but a little blush, lipstick, eye shadow, they make you feel nice, I think...so does a nice hot bath, in which I luxuriate..
meanwhile, have to get on my way so enough of this, major news on the homefront in the daughter department but that's for another time
It isn't like I take that long to get around to washing up the laundry because I don't procrastinate about it. I just don't like putting it all away. Things get dirty when you've started a house renovation process, you're raising a 17-year old foster kid with a penchant for motor oil and things connected to that, and you're redoing your rental house due to the fact the last tenants were monsters...
It's kind of like the shelf life of a double A battery: just whewn you think you're going to see your little clock run again, you don't have one, the ones you do have are spent, there is no place close where you can get one..eh.. Some one had some good advice about not sweating the small stuff. Putting a battery in a clock is like that. I'll do it when I get around to it. At the moment I'm wondernig how to get the sludge out of the sink drain in the kitchen, rehang the garage door that was shoved up crooked, wash up the donation loads of laundry for the club that's having the mega garage sale, and check in the mirror once in a while to see if the lightener I put on my graying roots is doing anything interesting.
I can't remember the last tme I wore makeup. I looked at my face in the mirror on one of those rare sunny days we get sometimes that are like a beautiful slice of nirvana for a few hours. I saw the crumbly remains of my jawline folding into little white cushions of slackkening skin, very white, freckled as it is. (and herein I took a several hour break to have breakfast, take a bath, do some laundry..and ponder what I had seen, hehe)... I guess I seriously doubt that makeup will hide any of the changing planes of my face, but a little blush, lipstick, eye shadow, they make you feel nice, I think...so does a nice hot bath, in which I luxuriate..
meanwhile, have to get on my way so enough of this, major news on the homefront in the daughter department but that's for another time
