Day Twenty-Five, Stayin' Alive on Thursday Night

Too bad it isn't Saturday Night! The title would have worked do much better with Saturday Night in there somewhere. So where to start (maybe with a typing class, but I digress), so many things going on today, it feels like I have experienced a whole week in this one day.

A lovely visit with my mom, a doctor visit with Prima, a trip to the barn, kid pick up, signing up to conduct a tour at the high school, visiting with a friend, school meeting, lovely dinner with my family. A full and satisfying day to say the least.

I did make a micro list today, on it were four things, it is down on the counter and I am up in bed so once again, list ála memory.

• Call Dr. J re:appointment for Prima
• Contact MP regarding offer to lead a tour
• Go to the bank
• Organize blank books

Two out of four is 50%, which is good on one hand but not so much as a grade in a class. So I'll look at it in the most positive light I can and also say that number one, calling the doctor was to confirm an appointment I thought was for tomorrow, that turned out to be for today. I am giving myself a couple of extra points for keeping that together. The doctor's office had called, but since I wasn't home, and the message wasn't clear enough to hear, so it was deleted, I had NO idea it was for today. Also, I think I have mentioned organizing blank books or journals or something of that sort before and it may seem like an odd goal, but I have SO many of them, I need to weed some out!

I really do have a strange compulsion for journal type books. I do like to write, and whenever I see one that looks good I but it. I buy them for the kids,  Prima, because she is a writer in school, I know she needs new ones regularly and Primo because he loves making field guides and instruction book and collections of super-hero-ish characters he invents. Our house is so full of them and whenever I resolve to clean them out, I promise to be firm, yet as soon as i hold one that I have written three entries in, I decide it's still good, cut the used up pages out ( putting them away to transcribe into one master journal later) and put it in the bookcase as a good, new, blank book. I actually wrote a journal entry all about my passion for blank books. My obsession doesn't show any signs of stopping. I bought a beautiful book at Liberty in London last summer. I decided I would write a complete book in it, but it is so beautiful, I can't bear to put a mark in it. My Auntie made me a wonderful little journal, with my name and the year stamped on it. When I told her how hard it is for me to feel anything is good enough to write in a special book like that, she told me it would sadden her to think of that book left empty. So I really do write in it. I carry it with me and pull it out of my purse, jotting down thoughts as they flicker through my mind. Okay, moving on.

Tomorrow I am planning on getting back into the swing of things with a real list and setting aside some time to go back and read through this blog so I can take stock of what I have done so far and refocus on what I would like to accomplish with the time I have left. As I count it, I have four weeks left. And while I have gotten more done than I would have without the blog, I haven't done a big project yet, and time is slipping by me. I think since I am going back to work, I really will look for a house cleaner. If I can keep the house tidy and organized, I am ready to use some of my paycheck to pay a house cleaner.

I want to plan a yard sale. I want to paint the kitchen. I want to start writing a book. I want to clean out the cottage. I want to get the yard together. I want to finish the basement. I want to clean out my room. I want to go to sleep! So first things first, Goodnight!

One of my favorite flowers, Californian 

and Alaskan.