Monday Evening
Somehow in my head Monday seems to be laundry day, and don't ask me where that came from. I don't think I've ever used Monday as my standard day to do the wash (for me it was always Sunday). Now that I'm retired, I could wash on Monday, but I rarely do. However, this weekend we were busy both days so doing the laundry today became the plan.
Or it was until D reminded me that the plumber was coming to work on the well this morning. That threw me into a blue haze. Now not only couldn't I use the washer (almost on top of the well and therefore the plumber and helper/intern, too), but I also couldn't continue with the massive rearrangement of "my" half of the basement. Which in turn meant that on Tuesday I couldn't do the dining room clean up I had planned. And as in the standard domino effect that meant that Wednesday I wouldn't be able to sew in the dining room. I was not a happy person.
Do you believe all that? That was my I-haven't-had-my-breakfast-brain at work (or not at work more likely). My after-breakfast-brain said, "Self, be sensible and tackle the dining room today." And that's what I did. Is it all finished to my satisfaction? No, but I'll be able to work in there Wednesday if I want to. Or Thursday. Or Friday. Or . . . whenever.
I've been missing my sewing, and tidying the basement has reminded me of the lovely fabrics I have in my stash and the plans I have for it. Time to get to those plans. Over the weekend I made the decision that I was going to spend no more than three days per week on house and garden unless there was a special reason not to. To me a special reason is that it's the end of May and time to plant for the summer or it's whenever and company is coming. Anyway, that decision is why I was upset this a.m. until I fed my brain and realized that I need to be flexible.
Let's see if I can make this work. Any bets????
Sometimes you have to trick your brain to reverse the "can't do" into "why not?". On Friday Dina called to finalize weekend plans for Dave and I to go to East Hampton for our belated Easter celebration. I asked, "What can I bring?', and Dina responded that the question was asked too late. Tim had told her to ask me for Italian salad if I wanted to bring something, but she could not bear telling me at such a late hour of Tim's wish. I was on the way to meet with our Friday art group. I would have to shop, boil the potatoes, cube all the ingredients, fold the three loads of wash sitting on my sofa, pack things for the weekend, etc. No way, I thought. After meeting with the art group, I stopped for a cup of coffee and muffin and decided I could do it, if I put my mind to it. All my brain needed was a little caffeine and sugar and a changed attitude I was so glad I reversed course.
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