Apparently, I don't blog whether I'm busy or not, or perhaps it's more truthful to say that the not blogging when I'm busy makes me feel guilty enough not to blog at all when I'm not "Busy"- by which I men when I'm working on a show/project.
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I have been visiting a website that is inspiring me in a way that scares the Hubs. It is http://www.unclutterer.com/ and I wish that I had a team of cleaners/movers who could come over for a week or two and tackle my house with me one room at a time. I would love to remove every item from my house and re-think the whole shebang. I feel like I spend far too much of my off-time either shuffling clutter around or procrastinating on shuffling clutter around. I work for two weeks, and then wake up on my first day off and have to transport a waist-high mountain of laundry to the basement, and do the dishes in shifts, and pick up all my daughter's books and movies off of the floor in front of her bookshelves.
Now, I do not mean to say that the Hubs does nothing around here- he does. It's just that we both have a certain level of tolerance for things-left-undone, and between the two of us, we can let things get backed up to the point where it takes a concentrated effort and a weekend to catch up on it... And if that ooks you out, then just keep it to yourself. At least I'm owning this for everyone to see!
So while I dream of sparkly floors, and glinty cleanness, My time "off" wanes. I am starting the next show on the 17th and then it's back to the ol' pile it up and leave routine around here.
In other news, I never did get a break come September 13th when my last show opened. I got a job teaching a class at my Graduate Alma Mater and have been doing that every monday since the beginning of august. It is a challenge, but I do think it's testing my teaching ability and refining it. So that's good. But I'm still driving that 120 miles every monday.
Also, I have a new toy. All this nonstop working has earned me the right to buy my own laptop. My very first non-hand-me-down laptop. At 34 years old. Hubs is the one with bazilliobites of info to manage on his computer, so he has always been the one to upgrade and I have always inherited his computers when they became too small for his large brain. Now, I have my very own laptop which I researched and comparison-shopped and said the final "yes" on. I feel so grown up and stuff. So now I am trying to keep the decluttering trend going on my desk. And so far so good -I have a couple of empty drawers, and an obsessive habit of checking Craigslist for a new, more streamlined desk that I love enough to put in my living room. No luck on that yet.
So, one week left before I have to rejoin the costume-force, and I'd better stop blogging today and get to doing. First, wash face and put on clothes; Second, go to library (as promised to the Girl); third, go the Y to workout; fourth- I don't really have that step yet, but there's a mountain of laundry in the hall upstairs and a work-table full of stuff in my workroom that needs to find it's home once again...