Friday, August 01, 2008
First, I told Andrew from "To Love, Honor, and Dismay" that I would spread the word - he has some of the clearest most sane feedback that I've ever come across in the area of relationships. His link is on my blog....even if your relationship was made in heaven, (am I a cynic or what), you can go on and help someone else with your point of view.
Second, egad, I was just invited to join something called "Yearbook" - now there is My Space, Face Book, Classmates, now Year Book in addition to Blogspot. These all feed my computer addiction so I have to cut back somewhere. I think my favorites are Blogspot, then My Space. Yearbook looks to be a "Meat Market" and very superficial....shudder. Sorry, if any of you are on it and love it. Just my weird opinion.
I found a watermelon in my garden. A real, true life watermelon!!!! I was weeding (oh,yes, weeds had gotten that bad) and there it was. Half was eaten away by something, so I just cut that part off, turned it under for mulch, and bought the other half into the house, cleaned it up and it is - GOOD! Awwww, my first watermelon produced by my very own efforts.
Future SIL is informing me that their dining room table and chairs will arrive in a box and they are putting it in my garage - uh, the garage is full. Very full. A fire hazard, a mental drag down, a rat trap, and a dangerous place to place anything as it will disappear. I guarantee. Besides, gees...is there a limit? I once made a wonderful peg board, nailed it to the wall and hung all my garden tools on it. Did it disappear? Yes, behind stacks and stacks of boxes too heavy for me to move - and the spot I had for storage of my paintings, etc...???? Has it disappeared as well - can I reach it when I am called with an opportunity to show somewhere - No, I can't. I want my Prozac and I want it now. But I can't find it.
The garage is already full, and "H" is piling cardboard boxes full of books in the bedroom.
Ok, I will regain my sanity - I will have surgery, then I will recuperate. Then I will, God willing, find someone with a truck who will help me clean that garage and the bedroom. I will give everyone fair warning to remove their stuff they never use and I am going on a CLEANING, Feng Shui (or however you spell it) spree in the garage. Someday. This year I hope. I have been steadily going through my "stuff" clearing it out. But then stuff that is not mine takes over any space I make for myself. This would make a really good script for a horror movie. Even more scary than people being chopped up and cooked in a pot, or truckers who scare you, or.....
I'm getting confused just writing this.