Trashy Fingers
Everything King Midas touched turned into gold; everything I touch becomes trash.
Yesterday I cleaned out the living room, which didn't take too long, but got a bit tricky because it houses my stuff and Gentleman Caller's stuff. Technically, it is "our stuff" now, but only contractually, not sentimentally. GC doesn't like it so much when I decide to get rid of all of his stuff. I went through his junk drawer and pulled out all of the stuff I thought should go elsewhere, or in the trash. I also took out everything that was mine, so the drawer is now pretty much empty and ready to be filled up again. It's for Gentleman Caller's eyes only, and off limits to my trashy fingers.
Our bookshelves are pretty well picked over, but I pulled off several more books to get rid of. I like to keep 1-2 books that I haven't read on the shelf, in case I'm suddenly stricken with the urge to read immediately, right now!, and don't have time to go to the library. I found 6 or 7 unread books, so I'm working them into my summer reading list. I keep encountering projects as I go through each room. Most are easily wrapped up, leading me to wonder why I've taken so long to finish them. I like finishing things; completion of a project is very satisfying, so I really don't know why I have so many dangling loose ends. Some of these projects include giving things I find to people who would appreciate them. Some of you will be getting some mail from me. Sit by your mailbox and wait for it.
Anyway, that was yesterday. Today I didn't have a whole lot of free time, so I cleaned out the hallway linen closet. I threw out tattered and stained dishtowels and found lots of expired medicine, both OTC and prescription. Such a waste to throw those away too, so my next project is to take them all, at once. I figure I should wait until after dinner, since I'll probably pass out. Oh, just kidding. I'd probably throw up.
Dinner last night: Tomato-Avocado Pie, cheddar brats
Dinner tonight: Mango Panko Chicken, peas, maybe some sort of potatoes
Comments
Seriously... come to my house for a week. PLEASE...you mother never need know you are even in town... I will get you Subs N Such EVERYDAY! Plus allow you free time to visit Walmart, McKays, World Market, wherever!
oh yeah, and try that stuffed tomato recipe I sent you-- PRONTO!
Posted by: Blue Grilled Cheese | June 9, 2006 08:36 AM
I'll second the motion! (And split the cost of Subs 'N Such with you, BGC!)
Posted by: Purple Fried Okra | June 9, 2006 11:42 AM
And any prescription painkillers, muscle relaxers, and other such fun items can be sent to Red Momo's Drug Disposal Service, next to the Cookie Disposal Service. Oddly, people in this part of the country get a lot of dings, scrapes, and ruptured disks. While mine are now all cleared up, I have three friends (two at work) who have ruptured their disks and are standing at work, wondering how such pain could even exist.
Going camping tonight -- cheddar brats.
Posted by: Red Momo | June 9, 2006 01:24 PM