How the hell can anyone with a real life keep up with all this crap?!!! With two deadlines, a couple of meetings, a presentation & a workshop to give, and a neighborhood function all piled into the same week, my house has gone to pot! In the meantime, Charles had a client in town which had him out for dinner on the company dime a couple of nights. Although this conveniently relieved me of my obligation to cook for him (and he managed to sneak home with enough leftovers to keep me fed as well), that box of crap he'd swept off the dresser over three weeks ago is still sitting in the middle of the living room, and it's attracting followers—piles of schoolbooks, pairs of smelly socks and shoes, unopened mail, scattered DVDs, an empty box of Cheez-Its, and a half-eaten jar of peanuts.
Apparently Martha spent her week attending to pleasantries such as arranging pussy willows, harvesting spinach from the greenhouse, repotting seedlings, wandering the grounds in search of snowdrop & witch hazel blooms, and showing off her orchid blooms. Granted, I am the mistress of procrastination and I function best under pressure—I certainly did my fair share of late evening lazing google-eyed in front of the TV watching the lovelies on ice of the Olympics (Evan Lysacek is my new celebrity crush and I'll be asking Santa for a Johnny Weir dress-up doll come Christmas).
I'm a bit hyper-involved in our little neighborhood association, and we had a potluck party to throw at a downtown bar Saturday afternoon. I found myself running the bake sale and managed to use what was left of last week's runny chocolate icing on a dozen or so s'mores-themed cupcakes (they were quite a hit with the kiddos). I also somehow managed to take it upon myself to come up with a neighborhood park proposal to be considered for a list of future sales tax-funded projects. Friday evening had me baking cupcakes while most of Saturday was occupied with icing them, baking venison sausage balls for the party, and constructing a display on the park project for the neighbors to check out that afternoon. Somewhat sadly, partygoers seemed more interested in swilling beers, shooting the shit, & shoving cupcakes down their throats than offering any constructive commentary—the Power Point that I presented to the local gov committee had a much more interested audience (OK I guess, since they're the ones that wield the power).
When it rains it pours. Part of the reason I even took on this blogging project was because I found myself bored & broke as the freelance writing gigs just weren't pouring in like they used to. Blogging certainly won't cure the broke, but it definitely helped with the bored. With that said, I've suddenly got two articles and a copyediting job due within a week of one another. And while I managed to hold a seed-starting workshop for my townie hipster community gardeners on Sunday, I've yet to get my own garden started—probably a good thing considering it snowed again this week! I swear Mother Nature if fucking with us. While they spent two weeks trucking in snow to Vancouver, we managed to get slammed with two snowstorms in Georgia! And lately she seems to be bustin' out the big guns & getting tectonic on our asses—Hell hath no fury.... Can't say that I blame her.
While I wiled away at my Power Point late Sunday afternoon, Charles got busy on my belated Valentine's gift. Both the south-facing windows in our house now sport handy little shelves hungry to host happy little seedlings. In the meantime, March arrived and I've moved on to my new issue of MSL. This week's duties seem a bit spring-cleaning oriented (not my forté), but I did manage to bleach-soak the kitchen sink yesterday (only after a foul smell started emanating from the drain) and I finally tackled a massive pile-up of laundry. And when I was through, sitting triumphantly amongst towering piles of fragrant freshly-folded clothes, it dawned on me that it had been nearly 72 hours since I'd washed myself! Deadlines be damned, I retreated to the tub with a hot cup of Sailor Jerry n' tea. By the time Charles made it home from night class, I was pajama-clad and soundly passed out!
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