Haven't Been

around here much lately. Don't have too much to say, unless you're dying to know about testing, or Title I projects, or severe budget crunches. So let me know if that's the case.

If not, I think I'll be back once things die down a bit at work. Y'all be good.

Sort of a Blur

This weekend has been one. We spent most of Friday evening dragging out all the stuff we'd put aside over the last few months waiting on the annual Methodist Church Town Yard Sale and putting sale stickers on things. In between, we had a nice Pinot Noir and some ribeyes Le Boyfriend grilled for my birthday dinner.

We loaded up the cars yesterday morning and headed for the yard sale site by 6:30 a.m. By ten, we'd sold down pretty good-to the point where I said it wouldn't hurt my feelings to carry off what was left to the Goodwill. Made about a 100 bucks, and I've got my eye on a 9-foot umbrella for the back yard with my share of the proceeds.

After a quick cleanup back at the ranch, we hit the road to N.C. to see two lovely people who were each widowed the same year I was and who connected at one of our get-togethers in Greenville get married. It was sweet, fun, and relaxed, just like the happy couple.

We headed home this morning & stopped in Columbia so Le Boyfriend could treat me to a birthday lunch at The Blue Marlin. If you're ever in the Vista in Columbia, I highly recommend it (get the shrimp and grits and a plate of collards for the table-you won't be sorry).

It's a clear, sunny Sunday afternoon & the Braves are battling it out with the Astros. I'm piled up on my sofa and don't plan to move too far from this spot until bedtime.

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.