Thursday, July 10, 2008

Still not getting much done

The house cleaning and the sorting has declined somewhat. I had given up on trying to tackle anything big, cause that was taking too long and I just end up getting depressed and giving up. I then decided that the best thing was to do something small everyday and also to break up the day with other things like reading a chapter in a book or watching some old TV show that I haven't seen in twenty years.

Anyway, I thought that I was making some progress, and that was making me feel better. But yesterday I was looking for something, and I couldn't find it. This is not that unusual for me, except that the particular thing was among some stuff that I sorted through two or three weeks ago, so I should know right where it is. I don't. And I guess that I've even accumulated some new stuff since then and that didn't help the process. But I didn't get that much stuff, and most of it was stuff that had a place and a purpose, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But I suppose for me that all stuff is eventually a problem.

The sorted through things that are going to go are mostly out in the hallway. I guess that it will help to actually go ahead and send it wherever it is going to go instead of leaving it in the hallway. That probably isn't going to happen today. My husband announced last night that he hoped I did not have any major plans for the day, since he had to go to work an hour early and that wouldn't leave us much time to go where he wanted for lunch etc.... So that was odd. He doesn't usually announce where we're going to lunch the night before. Maybe he's got the days confused. The place he wants to go has a sale on Wednesdays. Anyway, it seemed a little weird.

Also weird is this problem I'm having with my skin. No, not the usual problems I have with my skin, but this is sort of an itch. No, not like that either. But it just feels like there is sand everywhere. There can't be sand everywhere. Look, no sand, or at least not enough that it should bother anyone. Still, I keep imagining that there's sand everywhere, getting in inconvenient places.

Okay, so I've decided that as long as I'm dealing with this imaginary sand that I might as well start making some mud. I should have started a long time ago. The summer is half over, and I'm just now getting started. I bought the over-priced screen like six months ago, and I've hardly used it at all. Anyway, I had thought that I would work with a little bit of it everyday over the summer, and then by the fall I would have a lot ready to make clay with, and I just didn't do it. It's July now. I should have started this in May.

So now I'm working on it, and I've traded the imaginary sand for real sand. Sometimes it's a matter of picking out a little bit of sand from the clay. This time around it feels more like washing the clay off of the sand. Well, it's not really that bad, and maybe I'm having a false memory of it being especially easy before. And the sand will just go into the garden, so it's not like it's a bad thing.

Okay, today I'm going to get lots of work done. Not really, but I am going to run a few errands and sift through some of this mud. And apparently I'm going to have a nice lunch.

1 comment:

The Absurdist said...

When you get done, come on over to my place!