Autumnal

I suppose it's the change in weather and workload that's making the days feel like they're flying by.  I mean, I don't mind that on a weekday, but suddenly we're a week closer to Christmas.  And no, I am not ready for that.  

We're so busy at work, there's no time to sit and think.  I work on one project until my brain won't think about it anymore and then I work on something else, and back and forth.  I'm getting good work done.  I squashed a project that had no cost benefit, but took up way too much time.  And, I'm wrapping up a document that needs to go to the state.  And, I'm trying to convince an attorney that if he wants to get paid, he has to use our processes...we're not going to stop to follow his.  And, life goes on.  

This weekend was for house cleaning.  I am the world's worst at wanting everything to be at my fingertips.  I want everything on a convenient table top, next to where I sit.  So, that's where I put it.  And, then one day, I get truly disgusted at myself and put it all away.  Saturday was that day.  And, I did it in the least efficient way possible; one thing at a time.  That was all I could focus on.  And, I got plenty of steps in doing it that way.  But, I also made some small changes as I worked.  Updating my travel items to include things I wished I'd had in Cleveland a couple weeks ago, finding a place to display that Tupperware full of my Dad's marbles where I can see them, putting away that piece of fabric I've been holding out until I had time to put it where it really belongs.  Stuff like that.  

And, I cooked yesterday.  I made Rob's egg casserole and I made a big pot of Chicken Tortilla soup.   It was supposed to be a small pot of soup, but an error was made and by time I added enough chicken stock to correct it, it was a big pot of soup.  And, I made Mac and cheese.  Twice.  One got dropped on the floor, breaking the cute orange casserole that was on its maiden voyage in my kitchen.  Luckily, it dropped on the kitchen rug, so we held it up, folded it like a taco and I scraped it into the garbage, then hosed off the rug.  Quick cleanup.  It was a new recipe and fortunately, just enough spilled on the stove on the way to the floor that I got a taste.  I "added some things" to the next batch that should make it even better.  

I picked up this mum for $2.50 the other day.  I wish I'd bought more of them.  It's definitely turning out to be my money's worth.  

Bella has found new life in walking.  I don't know why these short walks would change her so drastically.  She's up, running around the house, chasing Dottie, nipping at her heels.  It's like that little bit of extra stimulation has gotten her up and given her a new boost of life.  But, she still does cute stuff like roll around in the yard and turn her belly to the sun.  

On the way to the doctor's office the other day, I had to drive through downtown.  I took this in stop/go traffic.  It's so crazy how different downtown is today than it was when I moved here.  

I wonder how my birth family is feeling about the orange monarch literally tearing down the White House.  I wonder if that will be something that finally resonates with them.  I don't think the r's care about bailing out Argentina or undercutting American cattlemen with Argentinian beef.  They'll be grateful that meat gets cheaper and won't care about who gets hurt, as long as it's not them.  They won't care about the orange temper tantrum the Canadians created by citing Reagan against the little t.  

But have you noticed how only the big voices are speaking out?  The people who make their living by speaking good of the devil continue to speak.  But, I don't hear so many little voices with much to say.  Average everyday people.  People for whom tearing down the people's house to aggrandize a demented orange is going too far.  People who are starting to see the future and seem to be realizing it's not what they were told it was going to be...and oh shit, it's looking bleak.  

Does anyone remember when Debbie Reynolds played Grace Adler's mother in Will and Grace?  She had something called the "I told you so" dance.  You can look it up on YouTube.  "I told you so, I told you so, I told you, told you, told you so."  Get it stuck in your head like an ear worm.  Celebrate it.  

Everybody have a great week!  Even if the only fun is laughing at the idiots, relish it.  Celebrate being smart enough to know a bad thing when you see one.  And, also find something you enjoy to throw yourself into...even if it's cleaning up after yourself like I did on Saturday.  In retrospect, looking around the house today, it was so worth it.  

Lane