So, it seems that I am meeting up with odd karma. I come all the way up to Columbus, bent on the fact that I have to go to this meeting. I mean, I HAVE to go to this meeting.
Have very lovely guacamole with Dusty...
Then cut our visit short cuz I'm running late. Go to the meeting place, nobody's there. Go to the next meeting place. Nobody's there. Hmmm. Go to library, look up meetings and times and find that meeting isn't until Dec 7th.
On the bright side of it, I'll get extra time to sort out the storage unit. Joy of all joys.
outta here
xxx
So, I got home safely from Columbus, a bit vrumphed that there was no meeting. :P But, never the less, I did get a car load packed full from the storage unit. Being sick Friday night, all day Saturday, and basically not getting accomplished what I wanted to today, leaves me a bit unsatisfied. So, I'm annoyed. Then, I come home and find that someone is parked in my #11 spot. That is *my* parking spot. Did you not get the memo about being towed? Because I'm in the mood to have you towed. GET OUTTA MY SPOT WITH YOUR BLACK CORROLLA YOU COW.
Feeling better about it now.
So, on days like this, when I feel like I'm unsatisfied, it's *so* easy to pick out things that also annoy me. In fact, I don't pick them out, they just pop right up into my line of sight, and I'm like "This has to go." "This will *not* do."
*starts cleaning like a crazed person*
Tremble Napolean, tremble. For I am a conqueress.
Usually, there's not so much cleaning, and I can be reasonably done. But, seeing as I went to the storage unit and I've a shit load to put away, not to mention go back to the laundrymat. It's baby steps all the way.
I never realized how much camping equipment we had. This is a good thing considering how many times we go camping and all... but there's a limit to what two people really need for a four day weekend. Really. So, I have the distinct impression that I'll be venturing to the flea market early spring with armloads of shite to sell. If it wasn't still worth something, I'd pitch it. But they happen to be worth too much to justify tossing. Which, I think will be ok if I manage to get my list of things done that I want to get done, then I'll be selling some crafted items as well.
On the plus side of things, (and I'm not talking about my ass) I did manage to include my bread machine in my carload. In case you missed it, that was the cue for Joyful Joyful. I love home baked bread, it's better for you, and the bread machine bakes it in perfect sized loaves. And, get this, it's usually cheaper than store bought bread.
Can't wait to put it in gear. The bread machine used to be Janet's. So when I use it, I imagine, in my own silly way, that Janet is baking the bread for me. :)
So there's a happy thought to end the journal entry with
xx
Posted by hawkie at November 16, 2003 02:57 PM