Yesterday I had pretty much done nothing all day. Well, nothing productive anyway, other than buy myself a much-needed bedside lamp. One of my big complaints at night is that Harold insists on NO overhead lighting, ambient light only. And he is the only one in our room with a bedside lamp, so when Harold is done for the night, so am I, like it or not. The other night I was sitting in bed reading, overhead light on, enjoying myself, when suddenly ~SNAP~ lights out. ARGH! So I bought a little $9 lamp for myself. I haven't used it yet, but as I look across the room at my lovely little lamp, I smile.
So, since my to do list hadn't had any attention from me yesterday I decided to tackle a couple of smaller projects that kind of coincide. I cleaned out the trash cupboard/pantry thingy and the laundry room. The home study will require us locking up all cleaning products so I needed to get those organized and in their right places so we could get a lock installed and VOILA all done. I ended up throwing more stuff away and our garbage bin outside is mega full. Harold asked what we were going to do about that and I assured him that on Thursday night, when all was dark and quiet, that we would venture out to have a look-see in all the neighbors bins and we will fill them up with our stuff. Why not?
I threw away a bunch of little clothes that had accumulated in the laundry room but I hung onto two items. One was a little khaki green colored plaid shirt that Macky wore when he was 2 or 3. Another item was a small blue cordoroy vest that he used to wear as well. So cute, I got all teary eyed as I remembered how adorable he used to be when he was so small. I just could not throw them away. I will keep them forever if I must.
Another two checks on my to-do list. Yippee. I wonder what Harold thinks of my projects. He always seems to notice that I have worked hard to get these projects done, but he doesn't say much about my master list that I have posted on the refrigerator. Although he was VERY agreeable to being the one to clean out the garage. Thank goodness for that, spiders are not my friends and I have no desire to have a run-in with a black widow. Go Harold Go!