sometimes, i wonder if i'm truly with it

i have been horrid about holidays this year. i didn't even notice the winter solstice, imbolc, the spring equinox, beltaine... summer solstice. I always notice Samhain, but only because it's our wedding anniversary. I just realized today that Lughnasadh is almost here.

I'm glad I realized it in time to make my grocery list. Boy has been looking forward to colcannon for months. I make it every so often, but he's convinced August colcannon is the best.

Maybe I'll bake some bread as a treat, too. Or make bannock.

I love holiday cooking.

i think i have a floor in here

I run the CFS-20s listserv (with the help of my Board of Directors). It's a longstanding support list for twentysomethings who have CFIDS/ME/Fibro, their caregiviers, and their significant others. We've had some changes in Boardmembers' email addies, duty switches, etc, so I contacted our webguy (the former listowner) about it. And he discovered that NBCi is going to stop hosting webpages in the next couple of days.

NBCi.com didn't email anyone. They didn't post this in an easy to find location. He was looking through the support pages to see why the site wasn't accepting his updates. And he found the notice buried deep within the labrynthine twists of NBCi support pages. He's a great guy--he's already got the back-up on another site. Meanwhile, webguy, board, and I have been emailing all the folks who have CFS-20s listed on their sites. Since it's an old and well-established list, there are references all over the web.

And that's what I've been doing this morning--updating the welcome and farewell messages, the mail template, the list header, emailing some of the folks who've listed CFS-20s.

This all enables me to avoid cleaning my apartment. It's a horrid mess. I can't see the floor, and I'm not sure I want to know what it looks like. Of course, I won't be able to sleep well again until it's clean. I'm not sure why, but a messy house prevents my mind from working properly. And I'm not exactly a tidy person.

For those who are curious, the CFS-20s website is at http://www.angelfire.com/me4/cfs20s/

i need a new jug of ALL

I don't mind doing laundry. It's fairly easy. I separate by fabric. It's all dark, so I don't need to worry about colors. Toss it in the machine, add some soap, borax, and vinegar... Wait awhile, toss it it the dryer (or hang the tshirts, lay out the sweaters), then eventually put it away.

It's that putting away part. I can put boy's stuff away. That's easy. It's all dockers/jeans (fold nicely, leave on bed because I can't reach the shelf he puts it on), tshirts (hang in shower, when they dry, he takes them to his closet), nice shirts (hang up in closet). My stuff, though... That requires forging a path to my closet.

My closet, by the way, is the master bedroom of our two bedroom apartment. We sleep in the smaller room (less clutter = less dust = less sniffly me). The master bedroom is also our guest room. Since we had houseguests off and on for several weeks, I didn't put anything away in my closet after fetching it. Everything got dumped in our bedroom.

When our last houseguest left, I dumped everything back into the closet. That room is now awash in black velvet, purple lace, corsets, boots, and *stuff*. I really need to go in there and hang things up.

But that requires finding the actual walk-in closet where I hang things. I think my clothing has declared sovereignty and is blockading the closet.

I think I'll just do socks/underwear and towels for now. I can put those away without going near the closet.

And if I run out of laundry detergent, I don't have to do any more wash today, right?>

walking in the rain

i nearly ran my cart over a toad. he hopped out of my way and i screeched, "Ooooooooh!"

i parked my cart and crouched down and grabbed the toad.
"look boy! say hi to buford!"

boy was unimpressed, but he said hello. i let the wee toad go and climbed up the stairs.

i like frogs and toads. they're cute.