Sometimes I think in lists.
Well, actually, most of the time. I’d like to say that this is a carryover from work, but Jeremy would never let me get away with that. Yes, I occasionally make lists at work, but not as many as I used to make. My calendar has become my work list, and frankly, if I absolutely have to get something done, I put it on my calendar, because most days what is on my calendar is about all that gets done.
At home, it’s different. Here, I have lists. Multiple lists. Many of them are lost in piles of mail, receipts, flyers…and other lists. I could change the “needle in a haystack” simile to “finding a list in a pile of lists.” Jeremy actually bought me one of those vintage kitchen wall-mounted grocery list things, with the little spool of receipt-sized paper and a place to keep a pencil, to facilitate (enable?) my list making. As sweet as that was, I rarely use it as I find the size of the paper woefully inadequate. It prevents me from organizing my list into sub-lists, which is obviously necessary for proper list-making.
All of which is simply to explain that sometimes I post in lists. It’s what I’m wired to do; one little manifestation of my presumed touch of OCD. So, here is my first pithiness list, in no particular order except that which my brain has assigned. Random? Yes. Important? Isn’t that obvious?
- Yesterday, (that would be Friday, a work day,) I experienced an alarm malfunction and overslept a bit. Lily, the border collie mix, sleeping beside me, never moved a muscle. Today, (Saturday, a WEEKEND,) I twitched one eye at 5:45 AM and Lily had her tongue covering my face in dog saliva in a nano-second because BREAKFAST. To add insult to injury, she and the other dogs inevitably are snoring soundly 5 minutes after eating while I sit in the dark wide awake. She is lucky I love her madly, because madly could otherwise describe another action I wanted to take this morning.
- Why do I love October? So many reasons, but here is a big one. Last weekend I was here:
This weekend, this is happening:
Yes, that says 37 degrees tonight! One week swimming happily in the ocean, the next closing windows and adding a blanket to the bed. I love it! It suits my fickle nature, I suppose. I admit that my favorite season is usually the next one. The anticipation of change is appealing to me, and I’m also a bit of a weather nerd. And yes, that means that if you are a winter hater, you may not like me in a couple of months.
- Today, if the rain doesn’t muck it up, we are continuing to work on some seemingly never-ending house projects. We have interior and exterior painting and wood stripping to do, as well as the continued conversion of the smallish garage into a barn/workshop/storage shed. We have a front porch that is about 5/8ths complete. There is an urgency in the outdoor projects now that colder weather is inching closer, but despite that, everything always seems to take us longer than we think it will or should. I know, that is the common DIYer’s lament, and I’m not complaining. (By the way – see this last bullet for a perfect example of the necessity of sub-lists! This one would be called “House Projects,” and would be much more specific in real life. I’d post a picture of it if I could find it.)
- This summer, we bought an old platform rocker at a local auction for $10. It was a diamond in the rough but had good bones. In other words, it was a complete wreck. The leather upholstered back was barely connected and there was an “issue” with one arm. But it was $10! We decided to have it reupholstered. Our visit to the upholsterer took hours. Jeremy looking at upholstery fabric is like taking a kid to FAO Schwarz. Well, like taking Jeremy to FAO Scwarz. I guess I messed up that simile. You get it. We finally chose and managed to not pass out when we got the estimate. Let’s just say that this is no longer a $10 chair. Yesterday I got a call that the chair is ready, and I’m hoping to pick it up today. We are very excited to see the outcome and are determined to love it no matter how unfortunate our upholstery choices might turn out to be. We can’t afford not to!
- Last night we were watching television and there was a miniature horse on the show. It was a pet of a couple on the show and was admittedly cute. I should have worried when Jeremy asked for the iPad. I should have known better. I should have seen the wheels turning. I guess I was tired and off my game a bit. In any case, a few swipes later, Jeremy was showing me pictures of miniature horses for sale (“He is only 32 inches tall!”) and describing their care (“They get a tablespoon to a quarter cup of grain a day! Do you know how long a bag of grain would last?”). So, stay tuned. Jeremy has plans for our ever-changing menagerie, and this time it has hooves.