Procrastination

I’m working on the house, listening to The National Parks.

I’m taking a little break. I will work, work keep working up to the time to leave for my treatment on Friday. After that, it will be in Nathan’s capable hands. I’m pretty anxious about this home inspection: I wish it was over. Oh, well, I’ll take the advice of my mother: I’ll picture them walking out the door. Her advice was actually for going to the dentist, though, “Picture yourself walking out the door.” Great advice, that I’ve often used when facing an unpleasant situation.

There is a cat to the left of me, a cat to the right. I adore my darling girls and will miss them when we’re on our trip. We found a very capable watcher who will come in twice a day to see them, feed them, feed the turtle and pleco fish, and turn on T-Mayn’s basking light in the morning and off at night. The woman we found, Kelly, used to work as a vet tech at Cat Care Clinic, so I know she’s going to be super capable. I hope the girls will come out and interact with her: they’re lovely and friendly with us, but very shy around others coming into the house. Well, they haven’t had much practice, we got them at the beginning of the pandemic and have been pretty bunkered and battened since then.

My MIL Sandy called earlier and asked me if I’d gone to the library yet… That’s right, it’s open now! I’m so psyched. I have not been there yet, because I’ve been working on the house so much. Maybe next week. An outing to look forward to. I need to be doing more walking, to get used to hiking so I’ll be able to do trails in Olympic.

We got a new phone plan so I’d have 5G for my new Galaxy, and as a part of the package, I got six free months of the Discovery+ streaming service. Very cool. There are so many streaming stations on it ranging from OWN and TLC to Food Channel and Animal Planet and DIY and more. Nathan and I love this show I mentioned earlier, “Maine Cabin Masters,” and I have to admit to a new obsession with a reality show called “90 Day Fiancee,” about people coming into the US on A1 Fiancee Visas. I started watching it at a joke, like what kind of antics will this show, but then I got hooked on the stories. Why is it fascinating to watch other people’s lives like that? I don’t know, but I’m ashamed to admit that I enjoy shows like that. Not very high-brow. Oh, well… there’s no accounting for the tastes of some people. I end up talking to the TV; “No, don’t trust him!” “You’ll regret that,” “Awwww that’s so sweet,” “Give him another chance!” “Oh, come ON!” etc.

I want to work hard on my current afghan to see if I can get it done in time to give to Sam and Erica.

I think it looks like an Easter Egg a bit. I have no plan or rhyme or reason to the stripes, just a bunch of pastels. It’s a lovely thick yarn, a real pleasure to work with. After the inspection, I’ll really crank on it. *sigh* the inspection. I should probably stop procrastinating and get back to work. I don’t have a working vacuum so have to do the carpet by hand: it’s a good thing we ripped out most of it. I just have stairs and a hallway upstairs. Best get to it. I’ll turn up the music. I’m going to work hard on cleaning it all today and tomorrow, so on Friday morning, I can work on upping the hygge. A clean, orderly house is a happy hygge house. Right now it’s more ugga than hygge! But I’m working on it.

Cheerio, darlings!