Monday, November 18, 2013
We have the report on Shasta's breed. Just to remind you, this is what Shasta looks like. She's also tiny--15 pounds, and the tops of her ears just come to my knees:
And her lineage of her four grandparents?
1. Miniature pinscher--which I had guessed
2. Shiba Inu--which I can see now in her face, and
3. Beagle--which WTF???!!! I see NO beagle in this dog
4. Mixed breed, including toy/miniature poodle, Spanish water dog, Welsh Springer spaniel and a just touch of chihuahua
All leading to the question of WHY IS THIS DOG JET BLACK? Only the Spanish water dog is a black dog. The rest are mixed colors. Also, all these breeds are much larger--like, twice her weight at least--except the chihuahua.
Genetics are weird.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
I ran errands yesterday while the cleaning crew was here, because I didn't want to watch the progress. I wanted the before-and-after effect. I wanted the Cleaning Fairies to have come.
I was delighted with the results. It is all so very wonderfully clean now.
I was so delighted, in fact, that after a short time my attention was completely drawn to the messes that I had just resigned myself to accept: that pile of paperwork that has no place to go; those bits of detritus that you could put away i you just had one more drawer....
The truth is, the equation for the number of drawers a household needs is always n+1, "n" being the number of drawers that the household has. Every time you manage to come up with one more drawer, somehow you fill that and need just one more still.
The solution to the problem was not finding more drawers, nor resigning myself to the messes. The solution was to reorganize a couple of drawers and get rid of some stuff we simply didn't need. And I did. To the tune of two large bags of recycling.
I still have one large stack of paperwork that requires me to actually *do* something with it, rather than the stuff that could simply be tossed. But it's corralled into one spot, and I will whittle my way through it in the coming days.
And there's the entire family room still do deal with, though the plan of putting away at least one thing every time I'm down there is actually making a small dent in the disaster.
I feel like I'm getting my life back on track.
Friday, November 15, 2013
I spent yesterday slavishly decluttering--because what's the point of a clean house if it's still full of junk? Now my entire upstairs is decluttered--on the surface, at least. Some of the closets and cabinets still need some work. But a girl can only do so much.
The family room in the basement is still a horror show--or maybe I should say a Hoarders show! My daughter's stuff is still all over down there, and I can't even begin to clean it up until those boxes are gone. But the truth is that we have about 3 bookcases worth of books down there that are just on the floor because we don't have cases to put them in. Hubby wants to build them, but that's probably two years down the line. So trying to clean it up is pretty hopeless right now. But once I get DD's stuff out of there, I think I will box up the books on the floor and stack them in the storage closet until he gets the bookcases done. (We have a large library of bookcases down there now, but they are all stuffed full. Hubby has a serious problem letting go of books. And right now I have 5 boxes of them in the back of my car to take to the library and donate! I love books, but I hate floor stacks. I'd love to have cases all the way around the family room and just call it a library, but until that happens, this mess is driving me crazy!)
Hubby will be leaving tonight for a weekend in Michigan. That means I get to just sit here and enjoy my pristine house for the whole weekend before he's back to make a mess. I'm absolutely thrilled by this!
Thursday, November 14, 2013
For my birthday last April, I asked hubby to have someone come in and really deep clean the house. That's finally happening tomorrow. Which means today I get to spend running around like a madwoman, decluttering the place.
Right now, it's a mess. Not a mess that most people would notice, hubby reasonably points out, but a mess to me.
And I can't say, "my house isn't *dirty*, it's just *messy*." No, it's dirty. If the dust bunnies get any bigger, I will have to give them names.
But when your life is screamingly busy, it's hard to make time to clean under the furniture and in the corners. And to remember to make decisions about every scrap of paper. It's easier to let things pile up.
Which is why it's awesome that someone is coming in to clean tomorrow. Because for them to do a good job, I need to remove the messes. The piles of books that are being donated. The papers that need a good going through.
When all this is done, I want my house to sparkle. And junk doesn't sparkle.
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Last night I had a craving for popcorn. Now, I have not made popcorn in over a year, and Erin may have had some Pop Secret now and then, but not in the last six months. So I dismissed the craving as unachievable and settled in to watch Marvel's Agents of Shield with Ferrett's head in my lap.
When the show was over, I got up and walked across the living room. There, in the middle of the carpet, was a single kernel of popped popcorn.
Undoubtedly, Shasta had nosed it out from someplace, carried it over, and abandoned it. But it was still eerily coincidental. And particularly effective, when watching a paranormal show!
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