Small Steps
Woke up to a glorious day, but suddenly it feels like fall. It was a day where shorts and a sweatshirt were the perfect thing to wear...sort of a cozy cool thing. This is a good thing as far as the weather goes, but a truly horrible thing to think of having to go back to that job I hate so much.
I actually made some small gains today as far as the cleaning part of life goes. I took all the stamps that are not in organized containers and dumped them all onto the living room floor. There were a couple hundred (conservative estimate). I then started categorizing. Then I found containers to put them into in their newly created groupings. They are now all put away in a very organized fashion and in labeled drawers and boxes. I could give Office Max a run for their money as far as drawers and office cart type contraptions are concerned. But I’m pleased. I at least have a vague idea of what I own and where they’re located.
I still have to finish organizing the papers and supplies and I can’t go to bed tonight till it’s done. It’s a rule I’ve set. Unless I crash. I'm feeling a bit sleepy already and a shower will probably put me right into dreamland.
I also dyed my hair this morning, which is a regular ritual performed every six weeks. Shouldn’t be a problem, I always use the same stuff and like a mad scientist I mix all the concoction and dump it on my head. I keep it on for the specified amount of time and wash it out. Been doing it for years, as I first started going gray at about the age of eighteen. I had this Lily Munster clump 'o gray in the front. I refuse to have gray hair. My Nana died hers until she was hospitalized and senile.
Well today it came out so dark I hardly recognize myself. The older you get, the lighter your hair is supposed to get, it's supposed to soften the wrinkles on your face. I'm all for that! but today's look....
Disaster! Scream!
Call out the men with the paper bags so I can slap one over my head!
This is going to require some lighter dye and a paintbrush. I always paint in highlights, but this is going to require more than one dose. I look like shoe polish head. I’ll have to do one fix tonight and another tomorrow.
A minor disaster is in the making in the gardening department. My watering can has sprung a leak. I’m going have to replace this very quickly. I can only do a Hans Brinker imitation for so long.
Encore is clearly loving this weather, although the wind gets him a bit nervous. Actually, almost everything makes him nervous. He’s a fraidy cat in the true sense. He was a barn cat when he was born, and I got him from a friend who had rescued him from a snow bank. He hid from the first day I got him. He used to climb up inside the sleep sofa so he was on top of the mattress. You’d be sitting on the couch and suddenly the back of it would sneeze. It was cute.
Of course he's never hiding if I'm around. He's usually hanging out with me, begging me to scratch his chin or laying all over me, interfering with whatever it is I'm trying to do.
He’s also a smart cat. I know, everyone says this about their pet, but he really is. He understands the word "steak". He’ll jump up and rub his nose against mine if I ask him if he wants steak. He also understands when I tell him to go and hide because I have to iron. He’s afraid of the ironing board, so I warn him when I’m going to take it out. He’s the king of the place, but he’s well trained. He never gets up on the kitchen counters or the tables. I hate cats that do that.
Enough expounding on my better than average pet. For now.
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