I'm thinking too much about door locks and window seals and winterizing a sandpoint well. The progression of obsessions is not surprising--moving from finding a house to caring for it--but I'd dearly love for it all to just shut off for a while. Like, maybe until the financing is approved and I'm certain that this will happen after all!
The Mag-pie, stretching
Work has been a little odd lately. I think I'm dancing right on the edge of the dress code, which for me means my pants have been a little less "dress" and more "business casual"--though I tend to wear more professional blouses to compensate. I have gotten a couple of "Erk?" looks from supervisors in the area, so I won't be surprised if one of them puts the hammer down. It's been a good, comfortable run, anyway.
"it's been awhile
Since I've seen the way
the candles light your face,
And it's been awhile..."
I finally finished The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, and then digested it for at least a week before trying to review it. It's such a strange book!
An excerpt from my review:
I wanted to like this book. I wanted to be transformed by the simple, yet life-changing magic of tidying. I wanted to be swept away by the bliss of envisioning, and then living, the life I've always imagined, surrounded by all and only joy-bringing things.
I also kind of wanted to hate this book. I wanted to be so offended and dismayed by the arrogance and xenophobia of the author that I couldn't read one more line. I wanted to throw the book at the wall in disgust.
My attention span is hummingbirdesque. Eensy. Wittle.
"You got a kazoo?
Man, this is crappy."
I don't even like superhero stuff, but that's pretty awesome.
Sister Magnatron, requesting a snack
Tomorrow (barring anything unforeseen taking my time away before then), I shall post the annual Birthday Gimme List. I know you'all are dying for it.
[the title quotation is by Sir Winston Churchill]