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Still fighting the urge to hibernate. I did manage to clear one item off the ever-growing 'to-do' list today, however: after walking around and falling over the earthly remains of Griff for the last couple of months, I finally got round to finishing the gutting-out of the carcass this afternoon. The hollowed-out shell is now glaring at me reproachfully. I think that all it needs to be rendered suitable as an avant-garde cat bed is a cushion of some sort (I had more elaborate plans but it looks quite nice as it is, just rather uncomfortable as yet); I'll be scrounging around for same in the course of further tidying the house for what passes for the holidays around here. (About which, well, the less said the better...)
Another task out of the way as well: since Snip has now been with us for six months, and appears to have reached her full growth, we finally bought her a collar and tag to supplement the microchip that the anti-cruelty installed when we adopted her (she's got two chips in her, actually, due to some screwup in communications). Snip was alarmed at first, having grown accustomed to parading around naked, but seems reconciled now. It's red, which suits her beautifully. That's about as festive as it's going to get around here, since Mum's broke as usual.
Other items on to-do list:
Not comprehensive by any means, either -- this is just the things I'd like to find energy for before next spring. The ones that involve the stepladder are the hardest, since those need to be done in the narrow windows when Mum is home and awake to call 911 if I fall on my head... as does 'tackle Mount Laundry', for that matter, the back stairs being what they are.
Holiday plans currently stand at dragging Mum to matinee of RotK on Thursday (since even her scrooge of a boss sees the point in giving the drones some major holidays off when the banks they service are going to be closed anyhow) and then, for once, being met halfway by the Relations or perhaps a tolerable subset of same for dinner at a restaurant in the town that both Mum and my Aunt grew up in, which is an hour away from both (in contrast to us always having to make the 2-hour drive to the Aunt's WI spread). I think it's agreed that this is happening on Sunday, which will give us a paycheck in between to do the holiday shopping with! (My ruthlessly efficient cousin will have done all her shopping six months ago, of course. I wish she'd redirect some of that ruthless efficiency into figuring out that I don't like clothes. The closest she's ever gotten to something realistic is a potato-colored pullover with roses on it that I wear when I need a Young Republican camouflage look for some reason. She, BTW, is the overdue birthday present mentioned above.)
Another task out of the way as well: since Snip has now been with us for six months, and appears to have reached her full growth, we finally bought her a collar and tag to supplement the microchip that the anti-cruelty installed when we adopted her (she's got two chips in her, actually, due to some screwup in communications). Snip was alarmed at first, having grown accustomed to parading around naked, but seems reconciled now. It's red, which suits her beautifully. That's about as festive as it's going to get around here, since Mum's broke as usual.
Other items on to-do list:
- write post about bowling MeetUps
- write post about Thanksgiving, wretchedness of
- post Acknowledgements List
- clean house
- tackle Mount Laundry before it eats us
- change lightbulbs in kitchen and closet
- store IIci away on top shelf (Dennis the Performa has finally been set up for Mum, yay)
- go through box of Mystery Floppies before Mum tosses in another fridge magnet
- find surface of worktable to finish birthday present due last April
- COVER LETTER TO AGENT, dammit!
Not comprehensive by any means, either -- this is just the things I'd like to find energy for before next spring. The ones that involve the stepladder are the hardest, since those need to be done in the narrow windows when Mum is home and awake to call 911 if I fall on my head... as does 'tackle Mount Laundry', for that matter, the back stairs being what they are.
Holiday plans currently stand at dragging Mum to matinee of RotK on Thursday (since even her scrooge of a boss sees the point in giving the drones some major holidays off when the banks they service are going to be closed anyhow) and then, for once, being met halfway by the Relations or perhaps a tolerable subset of same for dinner at a restaurant in the town that both Mum and my Aunt grew up in, which is an hour away from both (in contrast to us always having to make the 2-hour drive to the Aunt's WI spread). I think it's agreed that this is happening on Sunday, which will give us a paycheck in between to do the holiday shopping with! (My ruthlessly efficient cousin will have done all her shopping six months ago, of course. I wish she'd redirect some of that ruthless efficiency into figuring out that I don't like clothes. The closest she's ever gotten to something realistic is a potato-colored pullover with roses on it that I wear when I need a Young Republican camouflage look for some reason. She, BTW, is the overdue birthday present mentioned above.)
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