As usual someone played the so-not-funny joke of pushing the fast forward button on my weekend. How IS it that 2 weekend days can go faster than a 10-minute ‘chat’ with the boss? Not fair.
I guess that’s my sour-grapish way of saying that I didn’t accomplish diddly. I did parts of many things but as usual I didn’t FINISH anything.
My one resolution for the new year is to finish all the many projects that have been left in the dust of my time-challenged life. I thought I would start slowly so I selected a size small chore for this weekend: one last closet door left undone from last spring’s door painting project. Well, I only got the holes plugged and sanded so it remains on the list. The good news is that I didn’t start anything new.
And the weekend wasn’t without its lessons learned. First, let me warn you that it is not possible to download an entire year’s worth of movies from the hard-drive of your video camera an hour before you need it to capture an intense cheerleading competition. Ah, but the fact that I WAS able to download them at all means that we won’t , in fact, have to buy a new camera every time the hard disc fills up! This will help the family budget tremendously in these tough economic times. More good news in that I was able to clear off enough stuff to make room for the new stuff and by 10pm last night, I had everything transferred. I think I even have a pretty good idea how to edit the clips and burn them onto DVDs, but I might just be overly full of myself.
Second, if your nose is feeling overly allergyish and you decide it’s time to launder the feather pillows, don’t ignore the loose feathers inside the allergy-proof cover of one of them. I know it’s easy to support your laziness with the theory that they are just some strays that have worked through the pillow seams. Trust me, that it is a WHOLE lot more work to clean a completely exploded feather pillow out of your washing machine. And out of the filters. And off the floor of the laundry room. And out of the floor drain. And out of the dryer filters. And probably from every remote corner of your house for the next 50 years.
And even your extreme disappointment in yourself won’t equal the look your cat gives you when he sees the feathers, that says ‘Why didn't you call me for the main course?’
Ah, but only five more days until the weekend.