Aw, We'll Miss You

Pussycat.

How I loved Maude, and how I really loved Golden Girls. I watch it every day.

Lazy Sunday

The Braves are winning in the seventh, ribeyes are soaking in the marinade, and the first batch of potato salad of the season is in the fridge.

Life is good.

I Don't Wanna

I think that's my battle cry for today.

What I'd like to do is spend the day on my sofa in my robe. What I need to do is get around here and do some laundry, clean the bathroom, and run a couple of errands.

I don't wanna.

The War on Stuff, Chapter 1007

I think I'm winning. It helps to have a helper (Le Boyfriend) who is as committed to decluttering the place as I am. And it helps that he's pretty ruthless about it.

The back room (sort of an added-on den) is quickly becoming less a catchall for everything and more like a decent, usable room. My flat screen is back there now, hooked up to the satellite, along with my comfy, corduroy club chair and a good reading lamp. There are still boxes back there, most destined for the town yard sale the first of May. What doesn't sell is going straight to the ever-welcoming arms of the Salvation Army.

Soon there will be room to consider pretty furniture for storage of out-of-season bedding and the like, such as a nice wardrobe (what your granny would've called a chiffarobe), and maybe another set of bookshelves.

Nothing to

see here for now.

Be back in a week or so.