The days are flying by, and I wish that every weekend was twice as long. At night, I crash into bed and stare at the ceiling, making lists in my head of everything that I still need to do, remember, purchase. While I’m sure that obsessive list-making is a habit of some men, I think it’s safe to say that women have cornered the market on this one.
We moved into a new house at the beginning of the month, and I can’t wait to show you pictures. It’s wonderful and homey and perfect – or at least it WILL be, as soon as I finish all of the tasks on my list. We need to hang curtains and pictures, and get an extension cord to run underneath the couch to be able to plug in the lamp, and organize, and paint the bathroom, and maybe the kitchen, too. But even now, this 1909 bungalow is such an improvement over Hooker Street.
I’m a little bit embarrassed to admit this, but here it is: after years and years without one, I’ve decided that I want a TV. There are what look to be some great shows coming up, and I’m sorry, but I want to be able to watch them in real time. A TV is on my list of “things to buy” – but not before porch furniture and a mint muddler. I have my priorities.
Summer is so close. Starting this week, we get “Summer Fridays” at work, which means we leave at 1pm. On my list of “things to do this summer,” you’ll find: Charlie & Julia’s wedding in Nashville, Jeff & Greta’s wedding in Seattle, climb 10 14ers, walk 1,000 miles, turn 30 (SO SOON), and play with my nephews.
On my list of “hopes for today,” it’s this: do not get overwhelmed, keep breathing, and stop making lists.