And so...
Sunday, I finished cleaning out and sorting what might best be called a memory box. Post cards, brochures from places I've been over the years, as well as other odds and ends. If you are in the same age group as me, you might recall Gulf gas stations had magazine called "The Wonderful World of Disney." I found mine buried in that box. So, that's another thing cleared up. Found all kinds of things like the reproduction of the front page of the newspaper that listed the dead at Little Big Horn, post cards from various places in the US. I'm fond of those souvenior post card booklets. Those are the ones that you tear out the card to mail and have a mini one for yourself. Somehow, I have two of those from Watkins Glen, NY. So that still leaves me with that one big box to look through, but still headed in the right direction. Next step is moving dressers, cleaning behind them, running the carpet cleaner under them and dumping what we no longer want and can't wear.
Monday was mostly a laundry day. It's 9:30 and except for a couple of things that won't be moving from the living room anytime soon, the house is in some semblance of order. I still have a load of clothes in the washer and another in the dryer. I have two sweaters to repair, will probably do one tonight. I used three sequins and three beads to fix the first one. Made it look like a tiny gold floral pin.
Tuesday. I need to pay the car insurance and cable bill, pick up a few odds and end (like dry dog food) and see about a wheelbarrow from Home Depot. Might pick up something fast for dinner. In house goals, maintain status quo and create no new messes. Need to read more of In Praise of the Crone as it's due on Thursday and I'm only about half way through. Could renew it while I'm out on Tuesday, that'd work.
I'm off to mess with my Sims for a while. I haven't had so much fun with the game in ages!
Grandma's Boyfriend
A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, 'Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?'
Grandma replied, 'Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend.'
Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem.
The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door and there stood Grandma's minister. The minister said, 'Hello son, is your Grandma home?'
The little boy replied, 'Yeah, she's in the bedroom bangin' her boyfriend.'
The minister fainted.