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Sunday Night Status Report
What a week! I've really had my hands full.
I have surrendered to the reality that I cannot work today, so I'm choosing to enjoy the three-day weekend instead. I've gotten a good bit done, and I'm kind of pleased with myself, I must say. Hopefully, I can finish up the little things I have to do this evening with enough time to read a little before bed.
My status in brief:
1. Love Under New Management. I've been doing a lot of introspection with the help of my romance coach, who is awesome! She and I are on the same wavelength, and she really understands where I'm coming from and how I came to be there, which a huge plus. I do have a confession to make, though. Since I'm doing all this introspection, looking back over the relationships of my past, I'm on a hiatus from dating. Not that anyone's asking (well, one person, but he's reappearing after a two-month silence, so I'm not counting him). But it feels good to have a reason to give people for not dating. It's nice to be able to tell people I don't want to go out with that I'm taking a break from dating altogether. I'll have to ask about how I should be dealing with those people I don't want to go out with. There seem to have been a few of them lately, and that perspective is probably something else I should be working on.
2. The War on Clutter. I have cleaned my kitchen. The only thing I have left to do is wash the plastic pitchers I use for water, tea and juice, and then I'll wipe down the floor of the refrigerator. I didn't think this would be such a big job, and I was just plain wrong. First, I cleaned out the freezer, which was just crammed with stuff I had forgotten. I put all the frozen plastic containers of leftovers into my sink, threw out most of the ice cream (I kept some mango sorbet), and trashed some ancient chicken. There is a bottle of Jack Daniels on the door in a brown paper bag. Jack is the preferred beverage of a particular fellow who had been coming by quite regularly at one point. I myself do not drink it, so I put it in the freezer in between visits. I told him not to forget it, but now that he has, I consider it abandoned property. I guess I can use it for cooking. And I hate to throw it out since it's nearly full.
As the frozen containers slowly thawed in my sink, I dove into the refrigerator. A lot of that stuff had to go. I think I had three jars of mayo (I don't like it, so I don't keep it on hand, so I buy a new one when I need it for cooking). I had a lot of orphaned sticks of butter and margarine that had been there an awfully long time. I had some ancient onions, packets of condiments, fossilized takeout. A few months ago, I was struggling with a sudden loss of appetite. It was pretty bad. I would go for some days and only eat once. I just wasn't hungry. I had made myself a chicken dish a long time ago in the crock pot, hoping that the pleasant fragrance and my favorite ingredients would stimulate my appetite, but then I didn't eat any of it, and it had been taking up space there ever since, until I finally threw it out with the rest of the relics.
Now the fridge is bare, its white interior glaring at me. I have a bottle of white rum, a dozen eggs, one container each of butter, margarine, mustard, whipped cream (Dinner of Singles) and parmesan cheese. There's a loaf of bread and several half-empty bottles of wine, which I can't drink because my meds disagree with it. It sounds like a lot now that I'm writing this, but it's not, really.
The pantry is another story. I gathered up all the canned goods, the spice jars and the rest of it and actually got it into the pantry. I've got a real blessing there -- a pantry so full I can barely get new things into it. I thanked God for it and kept going.
I washed all the plastic containers (quite a job), wiped down all the surfaces (the dishwasher was quite an undertaking), and replaced the containers and pots and pans in the proper homes. What do you know? My kitchen is bigger than I thought.
The bathroom is next. I'm getting rid of that vinyl shower curtain liner in favor of a fabric one (they're machine washable!) and right now, that whole area is in a transitional phase, so hopefully I can at least get the bathtub done tonight. I actually thought I'd be done with the whole apartment by now. I need to work on giving myself smaller, more manageable steps.
3. The Debt Snowball. Readers, I am pleased to announce that I made my last car payment this weekend. For a moment, I thought I was going to cry. Those of you who have done this know what I mean. I'll need a handkerchief when the title finally gets here.
I'm still chewing nails over having to work tomorrow, but I think I'll be able to follow storeetllr's suggestion and take a few minutes to watch the swearing-in and catch the rest on the evening news. Maybe I can find a public venue here in Richmond, too, but that's not really a Richmond thing. If there is such a thing as that here, I guarantee that no one knows about it. Which brings us to ...
4. Relocation. I fired off my application to the FBI. What the hell, right? They didn't want a writing sample or any references (yet), so it wasn't any trouble. I also discovered that I ordered one of my transcripts during my last semester, with the result that it does not contain my last semester's grades. I've been using that transcript since I graduated, which is almost 12 years ago, and I just noticed this. But don't worry. I ordered an official copy. I had to laugh. I wonder what my grades are really like.
5. Thinking Sideways. This class continues to deliver! I'm getting sooo much good information, and my writing is really going places it's never gone before. I can't wait to see what comes next now.
It's really starting to get interesting.
JB
accomplishedI have surrendered to the reality that I cannot work today, so I'm choosing to enjoy the three-day weekend instead. I've gotten a good bit done, and I'm kind of pleased with myself, I must say. Hopefully, I can finish up the little things I have to do this evening with enough time to read a little before bed.
My status in brief:
1. Love Under New Management. I've been doing a lot of introspection with the help of my romance coach, who is awesome! She and I are on the same wavelength, and she really understands where I'm coming from and how I came to be there, which a huge plus. I do have a confession to make, though. Since I'm doing all this introspection, looking back over the relationships of my past, I'm on a hiatus from dating. Not that anyone's asking (well, one person, but he's reappearing after a two-month silence, so I'm not counting him). But it feels good to have a reason to give people for not dating. It's nice to be able to tell people I don't want to go out with that I'm taking a break from dating altogether. I'll have to ask about how I should be dealing with those people I don't want to go out with. There seem to have been a few of them lately, and that perspective is probably something else I should be working on.
2. The War on Clutter. I have cleaned my kitchen. The only thing I have left to do is wash the plastic pitchers I use for water, tea and juice, and then I'll wipe down the floor of the refrigerator. I didn't think this would be such a big job, and I was just plain wrong. First, I cleaned out the freezer, which was just crammed with stuff I had forgotten. I put all the frozen plastic containers of leftovers into my sink, threw out most of the ice cream (I kept some mango sorbet), and trashed some ancient chicken. There is a bottle of Jack Daniels on the door in a brown paper bag. Jack is the preferred beverage of a particular fellow who had been coming by quite regularly at one point. I myself do not drink it, so I put it in the freezer in between visits. I told him not to forget it, but now that he has, I consider it abandoned property. I guess I can use it for cooking. And I hate to throw it out since it's nearly full.
As the frozen containers slowly thawed in my sink, I dove into the refrigerator. A lot of that stuff had to go. I think I had three jars of mayo (I don't like it, so I don't keep it on hand, so I buy a new one when I need it for cooking). I had a lot of orphaned sticks of butter and margarine that had been there an awfully long time. I had some ancient onions, packets of condiments, fossilized takeout. A few months ago, I was struggling with a sudden loss of appetite. It was pretty bad. I would go for some days and only eat once. I just wasn't hungry. I had made myself a chicken dish a long time ago in the crock pot, hoping that the pleasant fragrance and my favorite ingredients would stimulate my appetite, but then I didn't eat any of it, and it had been taking up space there ever since, until I finally threw it out with the rest of the relics.
Now the fridge is bare, its white interior glaring at me. I have a bottle of white rum, a dozen eggs, one container each of butter, margarine, mustard, whipped cream (Dinner of Singles) and parmesan cheese. There's a loaf of bread and several half-empty bottles of wine, which I can't drink because my meds disagree with it. It sounds like a lot now that I'm writing this, but it's not, really.
The pantry is another story. I gathered up all the canned goods, the spice jars and the rest of it and actually got it into the pantry. I've got a real blessing there -- a pantry so full I can barely get new things into it. I thanked God for it and kept going.
I washed all the plastic containers (quite a job), wiped down all the surfaces (the dishwasher was quite an undertaking), and replaced the containers and pots and pans in the proper homes. What do you know? My kitchen is bigger than I thought.
The bathroom is next. I'm getting rid of that vinyl shower curtain liner in favor of a fabric one (they're machine washable!) and right now, that whole area is in a transitional phase, so hopefully I can at least get the bathtub done tonight. I actually thought I'd be done with the whole apartment by now. I need to work on giving myself smaller, more manageable steps.
3. The Debt Snowball. Readers, I am pleased to announce that I made my last car payment this weekend. For a moment, I thought I was going to cry. Those of you who have done this know what I mean. I'll need a handkerchief when the title finally gets here.
I'm still chewing nails over having to work tomorrow, but I think I'll be able to follow storeetllr's suggestion and take a few minutes to watch the swearing-in and catch the rest on the evening news. Maybe I can find a public venue here in Richmond, too, but that's not really a Richmond thing. If there is such a thing as that here, I guarantee that no one knows about it. Which brings us to ...
4. Relocation. I fired off my application to the FBI. What the hell, right? They didn't want a writing sample or any references (yet), so it wasn't any trouble. I also discovered that I ordered one of my transcripts during my last semester, with the result that it does not contain my last semester's grades. I've been using that transcript since I graduated, which is almost 12 years ago, and I just noticed this. But don't worry. I ordered an official copy. I had to laugh. I wonder what my grades are really like.
5. Thinking Sideways. This class continues to deliver! I'm getting sooo much good information, and my writing is really going places it's never gone before. I can't wait to see what comes next now.
It's really starting to get interesting.
JB
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frustrated