Still doing laundry.
Is it ever really done? Vacuuming and mopping. Check. I should be preparing for my Friday art lesson right now but just can’t seem to commit to sitting down to organize my sorry self.
Instead I’m planted here with random thoughts running through my brain. You know what I mean? You have a list of things to do, none of which you want to do, and you just can’t seem to knock any of them off your list.
So I thought maybe if I jotted these thoughts down, passed them around and shared them with you, I could get them out of my head and get on with my to-do list. It’s worth a shot. Welcome to the randomness that is my brain today:
I’m convinced I live in a wind tunnel. How did this fact escape the decision process when we considered moving here? The wind has been whistling through the windows all day. I was pleasantly surprised when I held my rugs out the door today to shake them and realized that no shaking was required. The gusts of wind shot the dirt and crumbs straight to Wyoming. I despise the wind. I’ll take rain, snow, and thunderstorms combined over wind any day. I’m ready for some sun.
Why is it that every time I vacuum the house I find at least 3 door stops lying on the floor next to where they should be attached to the wall? Do they unscrew themselves?
Should I worry if my 4 year-old is still wearing his pajamas at 2 o’clock in the afternoon with no intention of ever getting dressed? And why do his PJ bottoms never match his PJ tops?
I’m impressed that my 8 year-old can do mental math better than I can. That he understands how remainders, fractions, and percentages relate to each other without having been taught any of that yet in second grade.
I love a good book that sucks you in to the story. Right now I’m reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society. While I’ll probably only give it 4 stars on Goodreads, I’m really enjoying it and hoping Juliet and Dawsey get together in the end.
I love the library. Last night I requested about 5 books to be held at my little branch. Most of them involve food. The Omnivore’s Dilemma and In Defense of Food are on the list. Have you read any of these? I’d love to be able to eat 80% raw but I think my love of bread (and all baked goods for that matter) might interfere.
I miss my ipod. It met an untimely fate in the washing machine. I became a little addicted to podcasts. I love NPR’s “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” and “This American Life”. Does that make me old and crotchety?
If it’s any consolation, I’m seriously digging on Adam Lambert this season! I am truly mesmerized… if only by his vocal abilities and wardrobe eccentricies.
I’ve been inspired lately by Paul Cardall. He’s an LDS recording artist who has mad piano skills. He was born with a heart defect similar to my 10 year-old. He’s now 36 and waiting for a heart transplant. There was a benefit concert for him a couple of weeks ago in Salt Lake City. I follow his blog and pray that he gets his new heart soon. He inspires me with his positive attitude and his faith while at the same time worries me for my own son’s future.
And, I hope someone comes along quick and finishes up these Easter jelly beans and M&Ms before I do. If Jillian catches me snacking on any more of them I WILL pay, I’m sure.
