Sunday, October 18, 2009

Blueberry Pancakes

Yesterday was a hard working day here at my house. So we started the morning a bit later (9:30) and had blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Still no bacon. And coffee. I'm on my third cup but no worries-- it's decaf. The Blueberry Pancakes might be the highpoint of today's agenda.

G has already walked the dog and is now removing more fencing wire from the garden area. The original posts have rotted out below ground and one or two have fallen into the garden dragging the fencing in over the compost bins and some of the raspberry canes. Yesterday G dug four out and replaced them with new posts. What G wants to do today is NAP, but before he can do that he has to work outside on either removing the wire fencing, digging out rotten poles or something. He cannot spend every day off sleeping.

Today I am clearing off the dining room table. UGH! That means taking the piles of stuff to "other places" which I will need to reorganize to find a spot to put the new stuff. I have collage materials. Paid bills. Unpaid bills. Quilting supplies I took to Atlanta. Birthday cards. Cake pans. Dog Toys that need repairs. Journals plus pens and glue sticks. Vegetable and flower seed packets. And G found a large box of garbage bags for me to fill with stuff.

When I cannot STAND "clearing off the dining room table" one second more; I have a third load of wash to start, dog towels to wash and dry, carpets to vacuum, shirts to iron and supper to think about. And I could try and fit in -- changing out of my jammies, brushing my teeth, combing my hair. Will I be napping? Didn't think so.

I still have more outdoor work of my own to do. Heuchera to plant. More perennials to cut back. More ajuga to dig out. I emptied the deck planter boxes of plants (planted) and dirt for winter storage and unpotted my Amaryllis bulbs for potting later in the winter. I have my orchids to take upstairs and the Clivia to water. I want to make a more secure platform for my large potted plants--the Clivia fell over during the summer. Perhaps G will help carry one of the inside doors we picked up free at someone's curb last summer, upstairs. I though the doors would make great work tables. Like for painting fabric and dyeing things. Even for monoprinting. Messy things. Unfortunately, we had the room upstairs carpeted. So messy things aren't a good idea anymore. Not up there. Where my studio is supposed to be.

I'm fidgety. I had to look that up in order to spell it correctly.

I want to do something that is FUN!

Folding laundry and cleaning up piles of junk is not FUN! I went away on vacation to get away from all this and now I'm back and it's all still here. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP.

Okay. I'm going to brush my teeth, fold the pile of laundry and sheets, get dressed (maybe), make the bed, and do a few things on the table. Iron shirts. Do a few more piles. Maybe even shred some junk mail. Fill a box with books to donate. Organize the bills. Think about a late lunch/early dinner. Mystery Masterpiece tonight and also Mad Men.

While I clear off the table I will envision Thanksgiving Dinner or even Company Dinner, flickering candles, silver flatware, good wine. And a really good, dark stain on the raw wood with a nice wax finish. And I may even think about a nice set of 10 new chairs around the table. Pottery Barn. Get in touch with my Yuppie Roots. I've missed spending money during the austere years around here.

My bowl today is filled with fidgety fantasy.

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