So much this week. So, so much. It’s no accident that my productivity—and re-entry to WoW—coincided with having this week off. Thank you, Uncles Steve and Tim. That allowed me to get through some serious projects. You ready for some photographic evidence? Here it comes.
I know this is peaking too soon, but it must be mentioned foremost: new floors in the master bedroom! Floors, wall color, and trim, to be precise. And dude, when I say I “installed” trim, this means acquiring, schlepping it home (a big deal in a little car), painting, sanding, counter-sinking, puttying, and touching up the trim. Ok, my brother commandeered the project and did all the wall painting and about 90% of the floor-laying. It still counts. And that trim part was 100% me. Nyah.
And the step they don’t tell you about: set aside the afternoon to clean your feet.
I even began writing a list that I could cross stuff off of, since I was going so crazy-go-nuts on my honey-do list. Hey, if you assign these projects to yourself, is it just a “me-do” or “to-do” list? That’s way less fun. I’m gonna start referring to myself as honey.
I also, immediately upon dropping MBF off at the airport for his 6-week hide-from-the-cedar hiatus in a whole nother ecosystem, organized the pantry…
…and my desk.
Naturally, within a week my desk was back to being fully piled up. Like… way way up. To the point that next week you’ll be reading about how I sorted through all the crap I boxed up and hid in the garage. Crap which had been atop my desk all this time. Atop, under, beside, and even somehow within. Whoa.
I also delivered a box of scrapbooking stuff I’d earmarked for a friend about a year ago, and mailed off yet another laptop. This second laptop wasn’t mine, and thus counts only as a “do”, not a “ditch”, but I did reformat it, tracked down a suitable box for careful mailing, and did all the packaging and postal legwork, including getting a hold of the recipients to get the mailing address.
AND, if that weren’t enough, I:
- took the bottles in from the lawn to scrub their labels off before putting them into the ground (you’re welcome, neighbors)
- created a CD for my brother to send to galleries
- began work on a website to which said CD refers
- cleaned the pool filter
- baked a sweet-potato pie and eggnog muffins
- made a breadbowl cheese dip
- researched and hired a new cleaning service (house of 4 adults requires the sanity of professional cleaning. Trust me.)
- hired a specialist to come to the house to address a … pest problem we had
- blocked up the entries said pests use to get into the house
- helped a roommate have an epic day by jumping into the pool with her on Dec. 29, spending most of the day shopping at her favorite outlet mall and Ikea, teaching her to play shuffleboard and 2×4 Jenga in a dive bar that smelled like puke inside and hog manure outside, and ending the night at the top of the erotic photo-find winner list
- started down the path to purchasing new windows and doors, which included visiting a window and door showroom out in BFE
- hired a dude to come clean my air ducts and inspect my chimney. Those are not euphamisms.
I. Am. On. Fire.
I also now need a vacation, so for the next 2 days, I expect a lot of WoW time. Oh, did I mention? I got a 10-day trial of Cataclysm and fired up my account again. Can I just say how awesome it is on a 27-inch iMac? It’s*.
Well eff. Since writing all of that, I’ve gone and gotten even MORE done, albeit in a virtual realm:
*Why the contraction? Cause I don’t have time for complete spelling, foolsicles! I gots levelling to do! Oh, except one more thing: turns out if you’re using a trial version of Cataclysm, you can’t level past 80. L2BuyCataclysm, n00b.