Where does the time go????
Meg woke me up at 9:00 this morning asking what time my meeting was. Ack! I had a 10:00 AM meeting at the Red Cross Center in Indy, for the 500 Mini-Marathon. So I jumped up and got ready to go, knowing that I was going to be late by about 15 minutes...and sure enough, I was. HOWEVER, this was the first time in my several trips there that I went a sure-fire way and actually found the place without having to get on the radio and ask for help.
I was home by about noon. Continued with the laundry and went out to the flower bed to pull some weeds. It is always interesting to me how I can keep busy around this place, yet you can seldom tell that I've done anything! I puttered around in the yard quite a bit today. (It looks better--but the inside of the house doesn't!) We even got a screen (that was repaired two years ago) put back on Meg's bedroom window. (I mean, what's the hurry??) Meg mowed the lawn. We went to Wal-Mart to look at (and price) some edging for the flower beds in the back yard, then ran a couple of other errands, with a second errand trip later in the day...and before you know it, the day was gone.
I have always been a hard worker. I find physical labor, like housework, to be a stress reliever from the mental work that I endure during the school week. But I've always been the kind of person who worked better when I had a reason to. In the two years that Meg and family were in Muncie, I spent more time up there than I did at home on the weekends...and since this fall, when her world was falling apart (and mine, with it), I wasn't taking care of business at home. With only me here, I could have had a perfectly clean house--but for what?? Now, with three extra people here, the house is in constant turmoil and disarray, but I have a purpose again. I wish we had more space, but I like having them here. We are in survival mode, but we ARE surviving. In another month, when I am out of school, things will be better!
It was gorgeous out today. Let's have more days like this one!
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