April 5th, 2008

makeawish (by piperredfern)

Spring Cleaning

Spring has arrived in Atlanta. The trees are putting out leaves, the dogwoods are blooming and a layer of pollen has settled over the cars. Actually, a little bit of rain has breezed through to rinse off the first coat of the season, which is good. (It's funny how a drought can change one's perspective. Instead of "Ew, what wet, miserable, yucky weather" people are now thinking "Free water from the sky! Yeaye!")

It being the start of the month, I had my hands full at work getting the bills printed, approved and mailed, on top of my usual duties. I pulled a number of tricks out of my bag to keep from stressing myself into the ground, including setting aside an hour on Friday night to do Nothing. (I did a more detailed post about Doing Nothing in the hsp_women community here, if you're interested.) It seems to have helped.

I've gotten a bit worried about my internet usage, so I've come up with an elaborate system of time tracking, using a kitchen timer and a sheet of paper pinned to my cork board, to make sure that I spend at least as much time working on my various goals as I do surfing the internet. (I do things like that. It seems to tickle the obsessive-compulsive spot on my brain. You should have seen me when I was counting my caloric intake, in an effort to get rid of the weight that Zyprexa had put on me.)

Since "clean the place so I can have guests over" is one of said goals, I've been doing a lot of that lately. Last night, I scrubbed the accumulated muck off of the stove and today I cleaned the bathroom sink, vacuumed the bedroom carpet and got a couple of loads of laundry washed, dried and put away. There is still a part of me that feels vaguely weird about having a completely clear floor. But, not to worry, my living room is still messy enough to make up for it at this point. That'll probably be next on the list, but I think I'll just give myself a pat on the back for what got done today and give myself the rest of the night off.

Egads, I've turned into a grown-up. Actually, I was just pondering that a few days ago, when I was dressed particularly grown-uppy at work. I found myself sort of half-observing myself as if I were a child seeing a grown-up on action--drinking coffee, typing on a computer, asking co-workers about files, things like that. And then I wondered if that was really such a terrible thing. Then I got an idea for a rather disturbing story that I might write at some point, once I've let it ferment for a bit and figured out an ending.

I was getting a bit worried about how much time I've been spending in my own company, but then I finished reading Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke and, well, now I don't feel quite as bad about it. I do want to get out more, but I also need to restrain my spending to make up for the huge charges racked up on my credit card during my stay in London, so I'll have to find cheap reasons to leave the house.

Today I took pleasure in the compliments I got on the shiny red jacket I wore today.

Today I learned vinegar in a spray bottle will serve to clean the sink just fine.
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