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flapdoodle
Mar. 18th, 2006 11:23 amA friend is coming over this afternoon for a few hours of Scribal 101. Yay, scribes! We're taking over the world, one paintbrush and pen at a time.
However, this has necessitated cleaning house so that at the very least, she can make her way to the table in safety and have a place to work. Much sweeping, tossing and scrubbing has ensued, though not nearly enough. I've accomplished the "make her way to the table in safety" part, but the table itself still has a few inches of stuff accumulated on it, though that's down from over a foot in some places. The view of the rest of the apartment, as seen from the table, is also a work in progress. Improved, but still much to do. I had to sit down for a few minutes, thus freeing me to write this deathless prose.
The kittens are both exhilarated and terrified by all the whoop-de-do. I use the term "kittens" only to distinguish them from Miss Molly, who has slept peacefully on my bed throughout. Carmen and Miranda, however, are getting their money's worth out of the whole thing. Racing in and out of whichever room I'm working in, chasing the dust bunnies, tossing rediscovered toys in the air-- oh, yeah, they're loving it.
And the "whichever room I'm working in" is not an idle description, either. Whenever I start cleaning, whatever latent ADD I have comes roaring forth. I pick up something to take to the next room, and instead of going back to the original task, I immediately see something in the second room that needs doing and get totally distracted. Kind of an "Ooooh, shiny!!" moment but not nearly as much fun. Which tendency explains why the LR is improved, but not done, the DR table is down to a few inches of stuff, but not cleared, the dishes and kitchen floor are done but there's still stuff on the counters, and the studio.... well, there's not enough time on heaven or earth to fix the studio. At least this week. Unfortunately, I haven't yet gotten distracted by anything in the bathroom, so it's yet to do. Gotta go!
However, this has necessitated cleaning house so that at the very least, she can make her way to the table in safety and have a place to work. Much sweeping, tossing and scrubbing has ensued, though not nearly enough. I've accomplished the "make her way to the table in safety" part, but the table itself still has a few inches of stuff accumulated on it, though that's down from over a foot in some places. The view of the rest of the apartment, as seen from the table, is also a work in progress. Improved, but still much to do. I had to sit down for a few minutes, thus freeing me to write this deathless prose.
The kittens are both exhilarated and terrified by all the whoop-de-do. I use the term "kittens" only to distinguish them from Miss Molly, who has slept peacefully on my bed throughout. Carmen and Miranda, however, are getting their money's worth out of the whole thing. Racing in and out of whichever room I'm working in, chasing the dust bunnies, tossing rediscovered toys in the air-- oh, yeah, they're loving it.
And the "whichever room I'm working in" is not an idle description, either. Whenever I start cleaning, whatever latent ADD I have comes roaring forth. I pick up something to take to the next room, and instead of going back to the original task, I immediately see something in the second room that needs doing and get totally distracted. Kind of an "Ooooh, shiny!!" moment but not nearly as much fun. Which tendency explains why the LR is improved, but not done, the DR table is down to a few inches of stuff, but not cleared, the dishes and kitchen floor are done but there's still stuff on the counters, and the studio.... well, there's not enough time on heaven or earth to fix the studio. At least this week. Unfortunately, I haven't yet gotten distracted by anything in the bathroom, so it's yet to do. Gotta go!
