…the more harried you become. At least that’s how it is with me. It’s now 3-4 days until I blast off on my meeting with my girl and I’m (as usual) no closer to being ready. Quite coincidentally, there’s a visit happening here at the house the week following my sojourn south, and with the house here being it’s usual
wreck /craphole/disaster area less than idyllic clean situation, there’s things to be done in the interim. Though I’m not further along in getting them done either.
I’m a procrastinator. Always been one, probably always will be. Certainly much to the chagrin of both my wife, my girl, and as I recall, my parents. I just never have seen the urgency of getting things done on time, or getting to appointments on time. Don’t get me started on the getting to work on time issue.
Speaking of procrastination, I slipped this baby into the draft column and only now (3 days later) have I pulled it back out and given it some love.
Last night I baked cookies for my girl to take with me on my trip tomorrow. At least that’s done! Today is for going to the chiropractor so I don’t have to worry about back pain for the remainder of the week (I hope!) getting some planting done outside, and turning over some flower/vegetable beds so the wife can plant things that should have been in the ground a couple weeks ago. Sometimes you have to get the one with muscles to do the bull work, even though I’ve been tinkering with the Troy-Bilt rototiller over the last week or so. Some things are even beyond a 40 yr old bit of machinery. So I’ll break out the garden fork and get cracking on that when I get home. Then it’s back inside to wage war on the piles of stuff I should have done back over the weekend. Wish me luck!
I’m going to probably need it. Packing I won’t do until either tonight or tomorrow morning. At least I have my list started!