Date: April 1, 2011
Ever notice how at certain times of the month you get very efficient?
I seem to.
Is it the nesting instinct?
But - I manage in 2-3 days to do a ton of crap accumulated from the previous month - or more.
Things like pay the bills have a deadline.
Things like get some more folding bookcases.... don't.
Send in the cat's license.
The shot had a deadline. Mailing the check didn't seem to.
There's get the car serviced (preferably before it breaks down).
Get the tires checked at WheelWorks (before you have a flat).
Pick up your medication. Since I have back-up spares (wrong dosage but close enough)
I let that slide.....
Pick up cat and dog food and cat litter and dog treats. Well, when you run out you realize you have a deadline!!
They remind you!
Getting milk, eggs, food. Well - I have Medifast in the house. And since I gagged on my salad last night ... won't be doing that in a hurry! So why shop?
Salad dressing and draining sinuses - always been a problem.
Weed-whack the front yard -- you know - I need to call the landscaper. But the tax bill will make me broke for at least another month!
OK - I should weed-whack the front yard.
Weed-whacking the back yard is controlled by the puppies and the rain and the sun and the weed growth.
Potty pick-up is hard in knee-deep weeds.
Washing the kitchen floor --- when something moves I think that's a deadline.
Getting someone in to shampoo the carpet - yep - it got away from me!
Well - has it stopped raining yet??
Dumping at least 50% of the clothing on the racks into boxes and getting them out of here.... if I schedule the carpet cleaning that might get that ball rolling.
(Shipped over 16 boxes so far...)
Today I unloaded the camera (G5 won't download it but the iMac will and should)
I sent in my last assignment for the writing class. 3rd this year.
I ordered na ergo keyboard for the iMac (will it help my typing???) and a new ergo mouse (tilted like your hand normally lays, lies, whatever.)
I mailed Ranger's license.
Yesterday I did the CPA meeting - the tax records are boxed for removal to SD and I know how broke I am.
I am still taking books off the hall bookshelf and will pack up a few more tonight as I load the car.
Yesterday, I picked up the Rx and also a supply of cat and dog food and treats - on the way home.
The bills are done.
I hit the bank for a transfer and also checked the SAP portal.
(in case my company forgets to process my invoices again.)
I am, according to my CPA , incredibly organized.
He has no idea! But I did all the excel spread sheets for the charges and checks. And ID'd all that would be deductible.
My house, however, is a mess!
I folded up the tax table and chair ----
One less thing in the room. Eyeing the tall dark bookcase - almost all books off of it - oh good
I am in the incredibly efficient conquer-the-world mode that appears before I drop into a project.
Could that be a book?
I did not yet load the truck - after 8PM - or perhaps early in the AM - like FIVE!
Anyway, I did order the mouse and keyboard, before I left I sent a summary email of problems were are having on the project at work. Like flames. Well, smoke.
I stopped at Orchard even though they NO LONGER HAVE THE FOLDING BOOKCASES!!!! I needed parts for the Toro weed-whip ("Trimmer"). Well, they had the spool , but I also wanted a spool cap (they break easily and they jam and they are a mess).
The Toro website was a bloody incomplete incompetent mess. I sent a complaint.
I know what the part is and a 3rd party has them. I will get one if I cannot free the jammed cap from the Toro that caught fire.
I do burn through them.
I got gas - first pump failed. So, did the numb-nuts shut down my Visa? I will know tomorrow. (Buy gas twice in one day - they shut down your card.)
I decided - eat, settle pups - sleep - load truck in the morning. EARLY. Means I will actually put stuff into the truck this evening even when I promised myself no. Maybe wine can calm me down.
Next week, I need to solve the problem of the damn doctor that wants me off Estrogen - oh hell no! We tried that experiment once before. Took four years to get rid of the muscle and it turned into fat I am now fighting. Messed me up a lot! Sick of this mess. Need a new doctor. Preferably an older one.
I DO NOT like being treated via statistical tables!