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electriclandI got up this morning and washed dishes and baked muffins before showering and catching the 8:10 express bus. My announcement of these facts caused ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crankygrrl, not unnaturally, to look sharply at me and ask "Who are you and what have you done with ELL?"
Yes, we'll see how long this lasts, but I'm thinking it's time I tried out efficiency and tidiness instead of complaining under the weight of my untidy apartment and unwashed dishes. I've gone on for too long in the apparent belief that incompetence is somehow cute and people won't like me any more if my life is under control, but all that gets me is a panicky feeling of Not Getting Things Done. To hell with it, I say!
Book club was great. Everyone made a bee-line out my back door the moment they arrived and stood around on the balcony drinking sangria (simplest possible recipe -- red wine and orange juice -- I used a Pelee Island Merlot which claimed to have blackberry and cherry notes in it, and chopped up some fruit). So that was nice; the balcony has been properly baptized, and everybody made approving noises about my apartment. Made tortellini with asparagus and red peppers, which was yummy. J and K brought appetizers courtesy President's Choice, T brought dessert courtesy Laura Secord, and we forgot all about S's salad, which is a shame, because she brought her own tomatoes.
Oh yeah, and the book discussion was good too. ;)
Just to prove that I haven't moved all the way over to grace and competence yet, I managed to spill sangria on the (beige) rug and on the cuff of my (white) pants. Poured soda water on the rug, which has now shrunk in that spot. Pants seem OK following instant application of soap and cold water. Oh well.
Everyone headed out around 10, and I corralled the dishes and stood out on the balcony for a while listening to Ella Fitzgerald. It was lovely.
crankygrrl, not unnaturally, to look sharply at me and ask "Who are you and what have you done with ELL?"Yes, we'll see how long this lasts, but I'm thinking it's time I tried out efficiency and tidiness instead of complaining under the weight of my untidy apartment and unwashed dishes. I've gone on for too long in the apparent belief that incompetence is somehow cute and people won't like me any more if my life is under control, but all that gets me is a panicky feeling of Not Getting Things Done. To hell with it, I say!
Book club was great. Everyone made a bee-line out my back door the moment they arrived and stood around on the balcony drinking sangria (simplest possible recipe -- red wine and orange juice -- I used a Pelee Island Merlot which claimed to have blackberry and cherry notes in it, and chopped up some fruit). So that was nice; the balcony has been properly baptized, and everybody made approving noises about my apartment. Made tortellini with asparagus and red peppers, which was yummy. J and K brought appetizers courtesy President's Choice, T brought dessert courtesy Laura Secord, and we forgot all about S's salad, which is a shame, because she brought her own tomatoes.
Oh yeah, and the book discussion was good too. ;)
Just to prove that I haven't moved all the way over to grace and competence yet, I managed to spill sangria on the (beige) rug and on the cuff of my (white) pants. Poured soda water on the rug, which has now shrunk in that spot. Pants seem OK following instant application of soap and cold water. Oh well.
Everyone headed out around 10, and I corralled the dishes and stood out on the balcony for a while listening to Ella Fitzgerald. It was lovely.
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Date: 2005-06-09 01:41 pm (UTC)Yeah, a previous girlfriend once described me as "functionally operating by Chaos Theory". She hypothesized that my life was only functional because I somehow moved around randomly enough to get done erratically and by chance all the things an organized person (read: her) would do linearly on purpose.
*sigh* I too have started organizing my life.
-caellum
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Date: 2005-06-09 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 01:54 pm (UTC)I don't think you have to organize your life if you don't feel like it, though. I've only started because I notice that I seem to be happier and saner if I do.
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:27 pm (UTC)*shrug* *sigh* *crap I have a lot to do*