It was 60 degrees on the back porch when Cassie and I stumbled out at five-thirty. Just. Unbelievably. Gorgeous. It’s almost 8:00 now and still cool enough that if I would get off my duff we could go for a walk.
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Yes. A very pretty day. Ambled with the little dog through the beautiful old neighborhood where the rich folks live, nice and quiet and peaceful. Then back to park said dog at the Funny Farm and take off again on a bicycle. Perfect morning for a bicycle ride.
Coveted a house for sale; can’t find it on Zillow or Trulia. Estimated asking price: about $425,000. Oh well.
Back to the Funny Farm: could not stand the dirt one more minute!
Threw a load of laundry in the washer.
Tossed the garbage out of the refrigerator. Hauled all the various hand-crafted and home-made gewgaws out of the desk drawer and two other drawers and moved an old silverware tray into the desk drawer and some little boxes into the other drawers and organized all those necklaces and bracelets and earrings and rings and anklets and tossed the worst of the junk into the craft drawer to be recycled into new home-made gewgaws. Or better, forgotten.
Hung up the clean clothes. Threw another load into the washer.
Picked up the mountains of paper littering the desk. Threw most of it out; filed the rest of it. Wiped the layers of dust off the computer and surrounding surfaces.
Hung up the second load of laundry.
Continued, as above, through four other cluttered rooms.
Cleaned the kitchen counters (stove already cleaned yesterday). Grilled a slab of mahi outside; heated a tinfoil packet of frozen peas with it. Cooked pasta; topped it with fresh tomato, Italian & Thai basil, crumbled feta; whipped butter, fines herbes, and fresh lemon juice together—topped the hot fish with that. Cleaned the outdoor tables. Dined al fresco. Magnificently.
Vacuumed 1860 square feet of extremely hard, foot-flattening tile. Hurt too much to dust-mop and then steam-mop all of said square footage. Mopped the kitchen floor, after scrubbing up stickiest, most grocery-littered spots.
Drew a hot bath. While water was running, dust-mopped house, planning only to hit the worst spots but ended up dust-mopping all the floors. Tomorrow: steam-clean. Now: sink into hot bubble bath. Marvel at the number of places one’s body can hurt at once.
But the house is cleaner than it’s been in months!
Want to know what’s to be done to help America’s kids learn? Read it here. Literacy—true literacy, which means being able to write as well as read, and understanding how language works—is the key to all learning. Too bad educators lost track of that a generation or two ago.
Spare us all from wasted time, no matter what our jobs are. But especially if we’re supposed to be teaching young people.
Holy mackerel! 101 Centavos has been hitting the ball out of the park every day this week. Start with this elaborately thought out discussion of why California’s gasoline costs so much. Then hit the home page and just start scrolling down.
At Budgeting in the Fun Stuff, Crystal & Len have finally made the big move! Yes: they’re into the new house, after the usual round of Contractor Standard Time and closing headaches stacked on top of a trip to the Financial Blogger Conference and running the blogging empire and keeping the business going. Ah, to be young and have that much energy…whew!
Speaking of cruising a whole series of recent posts (as we were, above), eemusings is back at Musings of an Abstract Aucklander with a whole series of posts describing her travels, complete with adventures and photos. Start here and scroll back through the amazing journey.
What does a strangler fig have to do with personal finance? Mrs. PoP expands on a creative and entertaining trope at Planting our Pennies. She’s got photos, too.
At My Journey to Millions, Evan ponders the hysteria over the new health care tax with some astonishment…for good reason, it appears.
Abigail reflects on her and Tim’s state of NON-poverty at I Pick Up Pennies. Especially considering all those two have had to deal with, they’re doing pretty darned well!
Frugal Scholar and Mr. FS have been in California attending to the difficult job of packing up the worldly goods of his late parents. They came up with an interesting solution to the problem of how to move the stuff all the way across the country, back to Lousiana.
What are hubcaps for? Take a guess. Then go on over to Blue Collar Workman, where TB reveals the real purpose of hubcaps.
Freshly arrived in Alaska, Donna has a decluttering revelation. To wit: Get. Rid. Of. It. All of it! Check it out at Surviving & Thriving.
Well, folks…Mama’s too whipped to read another word, to say nothing of writing any more of ’em. Time to go. Have a good weekend!