Monday Morning Sunshine

Sunshine and Heat. The furnace is running (on it's own) in the bedroom zone keeping that section of the house right about 70 degrees. I've shut off the other zones and hope the expensive warmth will seep into the rest of the house. I'm in line for the repair guy--behind all the households without any heat.

I wrote all this once already and blogger "lost" it. I'm going to try again and then I'm going to pursue other interests. It's either the internet connection quitting or blogger quitting. Posting is no longer a 100% enjoyable situation.

Yesterday, for the first time since December, I felt happy. The sunshine and blue skies helped. And the happy puppy running around over the snow chasing his new friend-- a soccer ball. Everything just seemed to be in the right order, the right place, the right "feeling". I also didn't feel pressure to be doing something, going somewhere, being someone other than who I was at the moment. Do you feel like you have to modify yourself to accommodate others? Perhaps I'm too much of a "fixer" and try to be what others want. My friend K found the new "me" to be unhappy and "crusty". I think she meant opinionated.

Seeds. We are looking for last year's seed packages. G found the packages we lost last year from 2006. But 2007's seeds are still a mystery. My own fault. I should have tucked them safely away before G "cleaned" and put them "somewhere". He loves to clean but NEVER can remember where he put items he moved. So far this winter he has misplaced the cotter pins for the snowblower three times, the window washing liquid, his pocket knife twice and his watch is still missing. He has a doctor's appointment next month and I may suggest the doctor give him the memory test.

I have the memory abilities of the elephant. Never forget. Even in heaps of things, I know it's there. I usually do not have the patience to go through and actually find the items the first or second time. But if I keep going back to the place my mind suggests--the item is always there, waiting. But there is usually some logic to where I put things.

I have a huge list of chores to do. Cleaning off the dining room table, again. Trying to clear a space for work in my quilt room. Picking up the piles of fabrics from the floor. Packing yet more bags of things for Goodwill. Ordering a Tough Chew cover for Riley's bed. Money back if he chews a hole in it. And he will. Finding the seeds. Hanging all the coats (G's) back in the closet not on the metro shelving in the kitchen. Washing the dog bed covers because Riley is getting a bath today and his bedding should smell as nice as he will when he gets home.

So lets get to it!