I'm Going, Already

I have been procrastinating and stalling all day. I said I would sort through books and papers and bills and I haven't done it yet. I am going at four, five minutes from now. No, really, I am going.

16:26 Update: I came upstairs, cleaned my new/old bookcase and my new/old desk, put HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban on the telly (it's a telly 'cause we're watching British) and now to the paper sort.

16:59 Update: Prizes for the September Scavenger Hunt are finally in mailers and ready to go to the post office. A month isn't too bad, is it? Now, I'm doing the papers. Leave me alone. You're distracting me.

17:18 Update: I had to feed The Codes; he was starving and then I had to wait for him to come back in from going pee-pee. But then I came back upstairs. Of course, I had to re-arrange my alter and light some paper-sorting incense and a paper-sorting candle, you know, for good paper-sorting Karma. Now, here we go.

19:47 Update: I was a paper-sorting demon. I will be able to sleep tonight. I also put things away in their new homes and even had dinner in between (hubby cooked.) I found the lawn seeding bill which I need to pay asap, like tomorrow, which I will. I am done for the night. I'll be up here again in the morning to do more. I'd like to have all of the old papers sorted, tossed or filed before the end of October. I think that's a can-do. Night.

Rain

I love long rainy days when I am home. It's like I don't need permission not to go out into the world. I can stay home guilt free. I will be cleaning my new old desk and book shelf today and cleaning up my office. I am bound and determined to finish this weekend. Enough is enough.

A Good Hair Day

I had my hair colored yesterday. My regular beautician went into labor in the morning, so Liz did my hair. She layered and thinned the sides, too and I really like my cut now.

My brother-in-law came over last night, which made my husband very happy. We are going to be art museum buddies, because very few people we know like to do these kinds of things. Maybe he'll go to galleries with me, too, and plays.

Mellow

I had a fairly quiet day at work. The big man is away this week. I was able to complete an entire job in one day. Sweet.

Books and Beggars

I don't go shopping much. I've never enjoyed it to my mother's despair. Big, expensive stores, yard sales, discount outlets, fairs: they all leave me cold. I make long lists of what I need and do power shopping. I'd rather do without than go buy it. Every once in a while, I'll lose my mind and decide to go to a book store or a craft store, two places I like because they sell my most favorite things in the world. I can never get back out quickly enough.

I used my Borders gift certificate today and spent twice as much. I bought On the Road by Jack Kerouac, You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hays, The New Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain and the workbook by Betty Edwards, The Dangerous Book for Boys by Conn and Hal Iggulden and the 2008 Writers' Market. I have no idea when I will be able to read these with the 2007 NaNoWriMo starting in a week and a half and then all of the holidays. It is necessary for me to win millions so I can stay home and write and read and craft. I do plan on using the Writers' Market. I need to try to make some money with my writing to see if I'm any good.

I bought a starter kit of Sculpey at JoAnn Fabrics along with a couple of books on the subject. I had an idea. Hopefully it works. You'll see it at my craft site if it does.

In my car with the window down because it is gorgeous today, in the parking lot of JoAnn Fabrics, trying to leave, a woman wearing designer jeans and t-shirt, stopped by my car and told me she was almost out of gas and asked me for money so she could get across the bridge. I told her I didn't have any cash on me.

When I stopped at the library to return my books and pick up two I reserved Snoogs, I think a guy was following me. I feel silly saying this because I'm old and looked like crap this afternoon, but I think he was none the less. He pulled up next to my car when there were lots of other spaces. He got out of his car, then got back in, pulled away, pulled back, then he was there again when I came out and waited and waited until I got in the driver side of my car. Then he said hello to me and made a few inane comments and then went the opposite way in the parking lot but then was there again behind me and followed me down the street. He finally turned off in another direction but watched where I went. Creepy. He was about 28 with dark close cut hair, no facial hair and driving a white car like a Nissan Versa. Just weird.

I watched our new yard sprinkler system work this afternoon. I found the process fascinating and I even ran through the one that crossed the driveway sidewalk. I looked to make sure the neighbors weren't watching first.

And now I'm going to spend the rest of the evening looking at my new books and crocheting my cousins scarf finished.

Rest

I could use a week alone: no phones, no other people, no responsibilities. I'm sure I'm not the only one. I'd like to be able to sleep and wake whenever I feel like it. Nap for a couple hours, get up and read for a few, then go back to sleep. I'm very lazy at heart.

Actually, I'd prefer sleeping all day and staying up all night. I can barely keep my eyes open each day between one and four.

I'm getting a wooden desk and bookcase for my home office today. Haven't seen them yet, but they've got to be better than a plastic utility table. They'll help me feel like a grown up.

Shoes

I like going barefooted. If my feet didn't get cold or there wasn't glass all over the ground I'd always be without shoes and socks. I believe this trait shows that I'm a hedonist at heart and that I don't like to conform. I'm such a rebel.

Spontaneous Self Hypnosis

Normally, I only zone out when I'm alone, but this week I got caught by several people. This is why I need a lot of alone time. I do self hypnosis/meditation to recharge since my sleep is so active with dreams. I was amazed at how utterly I could block what was going on around me and how easily I could do it. This has reminded me that I need to do a couple intentional sessions a day.

Exhausted

The past two weeks have been a killer. Between my normal work load, one of my colleagues retires today after 14 years. She gave us less than 2 weeks notice, so I had to organize a retirement dinner, a memory book and gifts, get everyone to cooperate and plan her exit package during that time while being slightly off in the health department for several days plus deal with several new key employees, talk my boss down from millions of projects he likes to start, but never finish at this time of year, get ready for corporate, health and workmen's comp insurance renewals, an irrigation system at home, my daughter's new job and a few other things.

I'm going to forget all about this stuff this weekend. Just reading and writing and picture taking.