Where, indeed?
1. Clean up highly perfumed gifts from the dogs, delicately laid on the living-room floor.
2. Take dogs for walk; Pup throws up. Return to house forthwith.
3. Water plants; refill pool.
4. Sweep down pool walls.
5. Try to coax Pup to eat the food I put down. She refuses. Worry!!!
6. Realize the second large peach of four purchased from AJ’s is spoiled on the inside, despite looking gorgeous on the outside. A third, consumed for yesterday’s breakfast, was mealy and flavorless. These peaches cost over $8, when the 10% tax is added in: two freaking bucks apiece!
7. Take last intact peach and spoiled peach back to AJ’s. They offer new peaches. I say no, I’m not taking any more of their peaches but would like to have a lovely pint of Talenti sorbet (subtext: those plastic containers are great for storing beads). They give me the ice cream for “free.” Heh. An $8 pint of ice cream!
8. Arrive at Costco as it opens, figuring to get my hot little hands on some nice mangoes, plus a package of paper towels. While there, discover that my fave jeans, which I suspected CC was about to discontinue, are BACK!!!!!! Grab two pair, lest I never see them again. But at produce department, discover that — hang onto your hats! — COSTCO IS OUT OF PRODUCE! No mangoes. No peaches. No cantaloupes. No edible mini-watermelons. In short: no breakfast food for the Dieting Fatlady. Ask Costco employee: he says they had a busy weekend.
9. Fly home.
10. Melt a palmful of chocolate chips in some butter; add a tablespoon of bourbon. Stir. Pour this over a bowl of Tahitian Vanilla Expensive Sorbet. Eat. OMG.
11. After that shenanigan, skip lunch. It was worth it.
12. Try to persuade Pup to eat dog food. Fail. Worry.
13. Write an unusually lively post for MyCorgi.com. Heh…it’s good…check it out.
14. Contend with Gerardo the Lawn Dude Extraordinare.
15. Order new beads from Fire Mountain for continuing rosary project.
16. Work on draft chapter.
15. Enter data into Quickbooks.
14. File paper.
15. Converse with accountant.
16. Walk across the street and do business with accountant.
17. Walk back across the street to retrieve hard copy of attachment that didn’t go through in the e-mail.
18. Converse with adorable, handsome and charming new neighbor, father of four children and supporter of SAHM, the two of whom (the adults, that is) have purchased Maria’s house and are beside their young selves with delight.
19. Introduce adorable, handsome and charming new neighbor to accountant/friend.
20. Taking advantage of many hours of accountant/friend’s professional development coursework, figure out how to make Quickbooks do some exotic and delightful things. Feel pleased.
21. Stagger home; figure out why MacMail failed to send attachments. Extreme annoyance.
22. Wrestle with this for some time. Fail to figure out how to resolve issue.
23. Feed Pup again. Figure out how to get her to eat: she’s on a hunger strike because she’s pissed that I’ve been locking her in the X-pen to bring a stop to a) hoovering up her food and then b) racing over to muscle Cassie aside from her dish and hoover up her food. Supervise consumption of dog food.
24. Retype coded list of usernames and passwords (current version); print with extra column in table; fill in column, in handwriting, with clues to what these things mean; copy for presentation to son, for reference should I croak over during the next surgical adventure.
25. Slice a couple pieces of cheese, toss handful of blueberries on plate, pour 1/2 glass wine: dinner.
26. Consider: Is it any wonder that nothing gets done around this place?
Images:
Peaches: my old friend Jack Dykinga, for USDA. Incredibly, in the public domain. Damn, Jack: wish we were still at Highways. Those were the days!
Stone cross: mine.
You forgot 27. Write long blog post about where do the days go? ;-}
Ha haa! That was done in front of Netflix last night, at the end of the day.
But it’s good to know I’m not the only Crazy Busy person with No Noticeable Reduction in To-Do List out there.
To Do’s are like wire coat hangers: they reproduce in the dark.
You get a lot more done than I do. How do you keep up with so many jobs/blogs/dogs? I remain in awe of your productivity. Oh yeah, add in novel-writing and publishing empire…
Really, I’d probably get a lot more done if I weren’t trying to do so many different things. My work pattern is so gestalt that I rarely complete any given task at any given time.
Funny…You are a true inspiration…where do you get all the energy? Makes me feel like such a real “piker/whiner” when I see how busy you are. It is worrisome about the produce…could this be a sign of things to come as a result of the water shortage in California? Hope the pup feels better….
The odd thing is, after all that flailing around I didn’t feel I got much done. {sigh}
What I liked was the ability to improvise breakfast, ice cream instead of fruit. I can totally fly in that direction. My problem would be that I wouldn’t have given up lunch to make up for it.
HOW many hours do you have in your day? I’m convinced it’s more than I have!
Had a slightly similar day where I was running all day but am not sure what I have to show for it. Didn’t get half the work done i meant to but did get more productive between 230-330 am. Or maybe brain-body shut down, unable to comprehend quality any longer.
Seventeen to eighteen: 5 a.m. to 10 or 11 p.m. LOL! It’s boom or bust, though. Yesterday I did exactly nothing, unless you count the thee hours spent trying to scrub the dog stink of the living-room floor as “something.”