Day Fifty-Nine, Wednesday Night

Wacky, witty, woeful, am I some, none or all of these? I am not in the doldrums but feel a bit like I am in limbo, not up, not down, not on not off, not here nor there. I kept myself busy today, futzing around with my iPod, meeting CC for lunch. Home to clean up a bit and then off for the afternoon/evening pick up routine. I have been suffering from terrible allergies today and now I'm afraid that I am getting a cold again. I feel I usually have a far more vigorous immune system, I don't know why it seems to have become so feeble. I better not be sick again, if I am, I will go on strike.

 Hopes, dreams, and plans flit through my mind constantly, like fireflies on a summer's evening, little illuminated dots against he inky blackness of nothingness. When I reach out to catch them, they scatter and I am left holding a handful of nothingness. It seeps into my skin, washing up my arm, through my shoulder, across my chest, into my heart and the hopes, dreams and plans fade into still, nothingness. Nothingness envelopes me and I am surrounded by a cocoon of inky blackness, still, quiet, motionless, the fireflies, all flown away and all that is left is the blackness of a moonless summer's night.

I did go get paint chips for the living room and my bedroom. Maybe I should consider getting paint for the cottage too. Maybe if I can make a little change, bigger change will follow. I also practiced my ukelele today for about 20 minutes, though I didn't take my music out, I fooled around with different finger picking patterns.

I also, finally, broke down and did Prima's job. I have been nagging my children for so long about participating in the household, to help out with the chores that benefit the whole family. They agree, and say they will be more responsible and it always ends the same. I scold them for not doing it, they say sorry and they will do it soon and then another day goes by without it getting done. I have spent the last week and a half walking over the stuffing Mr. Nibs has pulled out of his toys and left on the floor. I have tried to turn a blind eye to the sofa cushions dribbling of the sofa and the throw pillows thrown everywhere. The dust bunnies in every corner multiply like, well, like rabbits! I vacuumed the whole downstairs, including all of Prima's designated area, and the sofa. And I came up with a solution I think will work. I printed out a calendar and wrote down what I did of the children's chores. I did part of Primo's chore, the yard waste was spilling all over the counter and there were pizza boxes from last night's dinner, so that went on the calendar as well as the vacuuming. I calculated what their allowance is divided by 5 days (a work week) and I will deduct 1/5th of their allowance for every day I have to do it because they have neglected to take care of it without nagging. It is hard for me to set these kind of limits, I always feel like I should give them another chance or be more understanding. But seriously, TR and I don't ask that much of them and what we do ask isn't terribly difficult, they just don't want to stop what they happen to be doing to take care of it when I ask, and they don't think of it on their own. Hopefully this will remedy that.

I haven't made that priorities list, yet nor have I been up in the cottage to move that project forward. The cottage needs to be ready for me to work on a project soon, I want to make a present for Dad and BC. I must have space for that! Also I would like to have the big room available for guests, I was so wishing I could have offered it to Dad and BC when they came down.

Okay, I am tired and off to bed, here's hoping I get more done tomorrow than I did today! Goodnight!

Beach treasures