It was as much my fault as it was anyone else's around here. If I don't crack the whip then the masses just mess around having a good time and we all know what happens next. Yep, summer's gone and the piper is at the door asking for his tuppence. And of course in this economy we are the proverbial tuppence late and tuppence short. But I got heavy handed last Thursday and the masses scurried about and stuff got done.....not finished but done.
I have spent the better part of this week, toting that barge and lifting that bale and .....don't look now but there are no boxes in the dining room, living room, my bedroom, they have all gone to live in the garage (in the proper locations, says the meanest woman on the face of the earth, which is my new title), or to charity shops or to recycle or were picked up by the large item pickup garbage truck this morning. Tomorrow I shall deliver the last bit of "crapee" to it's intended new home and list the furniture that does not have a place here at Casa de Cuckoo on Craigslist.
|"meanest woman in the world" crown|
Back in the day, when my legs, back and arms were unstoppable and I was even more intolerant of messes than I am now, there was no way I would have let the mess stand as is for more than maybe two weeks, let alone two years. But with my inability to move faster than pancake syrup, I can and do let a lot more things go to seed for which the masses (older variety) are most grateful and the youngers (grands) have a skewed view of messy intolerance on my part. I keep telling the grands they are so lucky I am older....or they would be lots busier.
So all that blah, blah, blah brings me to my point for this blog. It is my intention to renew my fervor on this blog and post more tales of tails, views on my growing up in New Mexico and the world as seen by the pancake syrup speed woman of the house.