Spring’s a coming – Although you couldn’t tell it by the 25 degree temperature we had this morning. Later in the week we are predicted to be well in the 60s. You will recognize me on the news. I will be the crazy old woman dancing barefoot in the streets with one of her old peasant dresses from the 60s. Maybe I’ll use my tambourine (yes I have one!) I’m practicing my moves! Look out for flying hips!
Speaking of old peasant dresses – When I worked, the executive secretary of the CEO always wore a black ballet top with a flowy skirt and some sort of ballet shoes. She was tall with long dark hair. Every time I saw her I heard “Gypsies, tramps and thieves” by Cher in my head. I still have a vivid picture although that had to be 20 years ago.
Don’t move – Sometimes a move is appropriate and it was in our case. My head knows that we had to downsize both the maintenance work and the cost of upkeep. But the heart and head are rarely on the same page. Sometimes they are not even on the same book! I’ve had one of those weeks when I realized that there will be a lot of work measured in years until we get the new place where we like it. Part of the problem is that everyone is updating their home. It’s a side effect of the pandemic. People are stuck at home and realize it could be nicer. It’s hard to book anyone for a project. Furniture deliveries are often six to nine months plus out. Workmen are as rare as hen’s teeth. One regret I have is that we have a few cathedral ceilings. I can’t paint those myself without serious bodily harm or a trapeze. Slapping a coat of paint goes a long way to make you feel better. Instead we end up on a queue.
Really weird stuff – Our quirky cat Gracie dumps my office trash can. It’s only paper but after living with me for many years, she has taken a liking to sitting in there without paper. Gotta love her.
It’s tax time here – I picked today to do taxes. I got margaritas; dusted off my Xanax and revisited my bad words dictionary. It’s not as difficult as it used to be but the dread is still there. I’m hoping that buying/selling a house doesn’t factor in. I hate to waste time reading up on the new regs which never apply to me. Mostly I spend time looking up terms because I’m not quite sure what they mean. It’s like when I first went to confession and wasn’t sure what adultery was. This seven-year-old wondered if I should confess to it just to be safe. My usual tax process is to get the papers out only to find out I’m missing a document. That gives me license to procrastinate.
So how was your week?