Solutions
I have discovered the solution to getting things done around the apartment.
Have a huge stack of schoolwork around that I don’t want to do. I can’t just sit and do nothing, so I start putzing around with picking up and cleaning in an effort to avoid looking at the school bag.
Worked like a charm.
I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, vacuumed, put away stuff I’ve been tripping over for months, went grocery shopping, bought mats and frames for a couple of pictures I wanted to re-frame, redid the pictures, and but together a package to send to Michael. In October.
Just amazing
I did eventually get to the school stuff, but I only did a surface job of it. I still have a report that I should write. I’m out of practice in the report writing department, so I am avoiding that on purpose. I have to have it ready for Thursday morning, so I can put it off for a while. And curse myself for doing so when I am under the gun and have to get it finished.
I do need to get all the handouts ready for the adult ed class as well. I’m beginning to experience anxiety over that. I'm in a panic about teaching adults. I know I shouldn't be, I taught high school for ten years, but I'm really nervous about this. I need to dedicate a chunk of time to being sure I know what I'm doing (and I get the feeling I don't). I'm ready to jump out of my skin over this.
I’ll be fine once I get started, but until that point I’m going to be a wreck. Not a very effective one either.
If I don’t get this stuff done before I go back to school on Tuesday, I know I’ll never find the time.
Tomorrow I’m taking my mother to the Christmas Tree Shop, which is something she’s been dying to do for ages. It’s not a hardship for me, as I enjoy going there and always manage to find good stuff. It’s just that it’s going to eat up a substantial part of my day.
I should also pay my bills. That’s another hated task that I’m working awfully hard to avoid.
I’ve had the television on all day, as I did all my puttering around, and I had to stop dead when I heard one commercial. A local car dealer is selling used cars. And the draw? They were the rentals used by the Secret Service while the President was vacationing on Martha’s Vineyard.
Is this really a big selling point?
Would someone really want to use this as their claim to fame? Does the Secret Service leave tell tale signs that they used the car?
I find this to be totally weird.
It was a good day to have the television on. I kept clicking between the Patriot’s game and the Red Sox game. Both teams won, although the Patriots didn’t deserve to after the horrible way they played during the first half. But I’m not complaining a win is a win. And the Jets lost.
Smile.
And of course my wonderful Red Sox are making a run at the loathsome Yankees and first place. I’d love to see them clinch the division and drive the Yankees into the wild card position.
I shouldn’t speak any of this too loudly, as the curse of the Bambino looms large in our history.
I may love New York, but I hate their teams. Except maybe the Mets.
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