Wednesday, December 17, 2008

and then there were three

next year i'll start in September


I am down to the final three days. There is still much to do. All the little details.

Big event of today was cleaning the oven. Thrilling, I know. Oven cleaner has come a long way, but it still stinks. And because of the pouring rain, I could not open the windows. I only had these disposable gloves meant for keeping your hands clean when working with food. I think I changed them about ten times. Maybe because there were 500 of them in the box? It was like a surgical procedure. I am still not sure why they are there. I kept calling them OJ gloves, although they are not quite the same.

The dining room table is like excavating an archeology site, and the thing I have been avoiding. All these layers of the weeks and months gone by. Where does all this paper come from? The goal is to not get sidetracked by a find (like an address for those Christmas cards that might just become New Year's cards). At the same time it is hard not to get overwhelmed with where everything needs to go. I am trying not to micro-organize.

The linens are about finished. At least I think they are.

Friday is still going to be a make or break it day. Why didn't my alcoholic parents teach me to drink?! I am not sure how I am going to survive this sober.


on the night stand :: The Way We Work by David Macaulay

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