Bookmarking stupid New York Times and Santa Fe New Mexican editorials that make me scream and want to write blog posts about, then not having the time to do it.
Trying to organize my desk and all my homeschooling papers. Organization shall set you free – except when you are a truly sick OCD sufferer like myself, in which case it enslaves you.
Fantasizing. No, not that kind of fantasizing. The School Bus Fantasy. You know, where a big yellow bus pulls up outside the door and takes my kids away to school. Out of the house. For seven hours at a stretch.
Reading blogs. It’s a sickness. But I can do it more comfortably than I can read actual printed material with my stupid bifocals on.
Reading an actual book, now that I’ve more or less gotten the glasses thing sorted out. For short stretches of reading, I use the reading glasses portion of the bifocals, but to really enjoy a long stretch of reading, I switch to plain old reading glasses. But then I have to watch the regular glasses to make sure none they don’t get knocked onto the floor and stepped on (again). The actual book, by the way, is Steven Pinker’s The Language Instinct, which I’m very much liking, word nerd that I am.
Reading to my kids, which is easier since the print is bigger and I can read it with the regular glasses no problem.
Practicing the piano. I always wanted to learn, envied as a child my friends who complained about having to practice, wished I could have had lessons too. Well, we bought a used piano las summer, and the two oldest girls are taking lessons, and so am I. I can now play the chorus of “Jingle Bells” and the right hand treble staff part sounds okay, although I’m still shaky on the bass clef chords that you play with the left hand. Not too impressive for a woman my age, I realize, but a few months ago I couldn’t have found Middle C (as opposed to Mittelsee, which is what Middle C made me think of at first) if my life depended on it.
Perfecting my pizza crust. The girls now like mine just as much as Dion’s. I’m more critical, so am willing to say the crust is almost as good as Dion’s. Once it was every bit as good, if not better, but I haven’t been able to produce the same result every single time, so I’m still working on it.
Wondering why I can’t upload pictures to my blog anymore. I had such a good one for the bug post.
Wishing I were brave enough to download WordPress 2.6.3 and update my blog, but (a) I don’t want to go back and read a bunch of WordPress how-to technobabble, and (b) I have this paralyzing fear of messing everything up and having the blog disappear into a black hole in cyberspace.
Thinking about divorce. No, not getting one. Other people’s. Within the last month or two, I’ve learned of three couples I knew back in LA who are divorcing after many years of marriage. Two of them have grown children, and one has children who are still quite young. I can’t even begin to tell you how sad this makes me.
Trying not to think about The Future of the Republican Party, about which the punditocracy cannot shut up. I had been planning one of my long, thoughtful posts about it, but (a) am too depressed about it, and (b) need to think it through some more. Therefore I’ll be posting my thoughts on it until long after everyone else has gotten bored and moved on to something else.
Trying not to think about corporate bail-outs. Hey, speaking of which, there’s a gym here in Santa Fe that just went out of business. How about we bail them out? Jobs will be lost and all that. Plus my babysitter’s mom is really bummed that she’s got to find a new gym. Besides, it’ll be a drop in the bucket next to GM, right?
Cleaning up messes. Especially yogurt messes. Tess goes through something like half a dozen cartons in a day if I don’t hide them behind tall things in the fridge. Sometimes she drops the cartons (full, of course) on the floor and the yogurt splatters everywhere. Not so bad if I find it when it’s still wet and can just wipe it up. Truly ugly if it’s already gotten gummy or God forbid dry.
Thanking God nobody in the house is sick at the moment, and saying a little prayer that it stays that way.