After many many weeks of moving the hideous amount of effluvia I’ve collected over the last fifteen years, I’ve managed to create some semblance of organisation in my new house. It’s funny how what seems to work initially often doesn’t, and I’ve found myself revisiting my childhood when I used move my bedroom furniture around almost every week. I’m still getting used to having most of my possessions in one room versus scattered all over an entire house, so I’m hoping that explains part of the long winded process.
I’ve discovered my brother is far neater than I am, which is shocking on several levels. I’ve known for several years I’m no great shakes when it comes to housekeeping, but to be outgunned by a thirty one year old boy … ouch! Initially I was worried about our ability to live together in harmony, but it’s all going smoothly. Today we went to IKEA and did some theoretical couch and table shopping, and it was surprisingly fun. Except I ate a shrimp salad from the cafeteria and now feel nervous about getting food poisoning …
It’s pouring with rain outside, which sounds great on our flat tin roof, Miss M has finished school for the year and is quite emotionally overwhelmed, and the idea of Christmas is terrifying me, since I’m totally unprepared. But we bought a funky tree made out of crystals and mirrors, so I don’t feel like a complete failure. Now I’m going to run a bath and close my eyes for a few minutes.
Today I’m loving: Chuck Liddell, the Ultimate Iceman