This is that fortune I got a few weeks ago; it’s better than the one I got last week which informed me, “Your perspective will change.”
I think we proved it yesterday. I walked into the office, remembered to go to my new cubicle, figured out how to turn my printer on and reconnect the Dictaphone, and waded through 50+ emails that had accumulated while I was on vacation.
One of my attorneys brought me two tapes to transcribe, before I had even had a chance to find the Dictaphone. It was a busy and productive day. And then I came home and did a couple of loads of laundry. I even brought in the two glass doors which have been buckled into the back seat since Thursday, and they are now properly installed in their bookcase.
I did not, however, cook dinner. It was about a thousand degrees outside, and I opted for party tacos from Taco Bueno. [I don’t know why they’re called party tacos; they don’t seem any more festive than the regular ones.] And a mango smoothie from Jack in the Box. I couldn’t get one on the drive home from the dance on Saturday, because the restaurant was shutting down for the night.
Clean clothes. Happy tummy. A soupçon of knitting. And a great visit with Trainman, who is planning an outing with LadyZen and me for Friday night. Both have been working crazy hours. He is thinking either Nonna Tata or Fred’s. I told him I could afford Fred’s but not Nonna Tata, because I’ve put that armoire on layaway. He told me not to worry.
[I could riff on the topic of men who have told me not to worry; instead I will simply say that it’s lovely to have men in my life who can tell me that without throwing me into utter panic.]
When I woke up this morning, I put the new knobs [bought last summer and tossed in the bottom of my toolbox] on the old dresser drawers. Not ready to give you a visual just yet, as two of the screws are about 1/16” too long, and those knobs are a little droopy. I’m thinking that a couple of skinny washers would be easier to find than screws which are infinitesimally shorter. I’m driving in today because of Enrichment tonight. I’ll stop at the big Wally World on the way to work and see what I can find.
But I can show you this:
I need to move that junk bookcase under the window, out of the way. It holds more videos than I can stash under the TV, and it’s falling apart, so when it’s empty it will become additional shelving to the left of the refrigerator, for organizing my food storage. And I need to find a new place for my drop-leaf table, which has been serving as a sofa table for the past several months. I had pictured that poster propped up on the dresser, and I am pleased to see that my instinct was correct. When I’ve re-purposed the junk bookcase, I’ll move the dresser a few inches to the left.
Time to grab my stuff and scoot on out the door.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!