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Dec. 13th, 2017 08:34 am Things I could do today, things I should do today, things I might do today. (also, I feel like I use that as a subject line waaaay too often)
I'm interviewing at a local school to be some sort of literacy volunteer in the AM on wednesdays. I started this up when I thought that maybe I needed to do more in the world. Now I wish I hadn't so I could go play with my niece and nephew, but I'm at least going to try.
I could go to the gym. I went yesterday before going over to Starchild's, but still only got 8000 steps in the day. Turns out, staying very still under a baby while it sleeps does not rack up the steps, and I don't live in that house, so I can't just criss-cross the house all day returning things to where they belong, which is another one of my making myself walk tricks (Listen to an audio book, and only pick up one thing at a time).
I could cross-stitch, I haven't finished the santas for my family, I haven't finished the santa for Light's girlfriend (who still needs a name, and her actual name doesn't lend itself very well to anything like the last almost-girlfriend's did. I'm contemplating Boisterous, because she's enthusiastic and loud and I feel that part of how I see her is as the things I'll never be or the things I don't think I am).
I could address holiday cards, track down addresses, write heartfelt things, help myself feel connected, try to reconnect with my joy in sending mail. It's not a service thing, it's not an expectation of something back, I just like sending things out (I think).
I could clean - the upstairs is pretty much a disaster zone, since the dog can't handle it when I go up there when it's just the two of us in the house. I could hope there's some alone time at the house after I get home from the interview but before I go pick up Light for couples', when the dogwalker has taken the dog to the park.
I could make the phone calls I have to make, call the doctor, pay a medical bill, make a migraine doctor appointment, try to remember what the call I was dreading so much that I was putting it off and have now forgotten I needed to do. Fortunately, when Nonsense tore her foot up and went to the vet, they squeezed in a rabies shot, so I didn't need to do that.
I could go to porter square, buy some books for my parents, dither about buying PSB gift certificates for my dog walker and her boss, see if the strange cash-only place can hem the bunch of dresses I have that are too long so I can continue not to wear them but at least have them as an option (holy fuck does childcare require an entirely different wardrobe than an office job).
I could make dinner for tonight - I'm trying to figure out a way to alternate nights, make dinner one night, clean the kitchen the next, lather, rinse, repeat. I'm trying to make a list of all of the things that require 0% brain input, that I've made enough that I can be on autopilot, can be tired, can be sad and stilfl make.
So, you know. All the things. Or some of them. Almost certainly not none, even more certainly not as much as I think I should.
I'm interviewing at a local school to be some sort of literacy volunteer in the AM on wednesdays. I started this up when I thought that maybe I needed to do more in the world. Now I wish I hadn't so I could go play with my niece and nephew, but I'm at least going to try.
I could go to the gym. I went yesterday before going over to Starchild's, but still only got 8000 steps in the day. Turns out, staying very still under a baby while it sleeps does not rack up the steps, and I don't live in that house, so I can't just criss-cross the house all day returning things to where they belong, which is another one of my making myself walk tricks (Listen to an audio book, and only pick up one thing at a time).
I could cross-stitch, I haven't finished the santas for my family, I haven't finished the santa for Light's girlfriend (who still needs a name, and her actual name doesn't lend itself very well to anything like the last almost-girlfriend's did. I'm contemplating Boisterous, because she's enthusiastic and loud and I feel that part of how I see her is as the things I'll never be or the things I don't think I am).
I could address holiday cards, track down addresses, write heartfelt things, help myself feel connected, try to reconnect with my joy in sending mail. It's not a service thing, it's not an expectation of something back, I just like sending things out (I think).
I could clean - the upstairs is pretty much a disaster zone, since the dog can't handle it when I go up there when it's just the two of us in the house. I could hope there's some alone time at the house after I get home from the interview but before I go pick up Light for couples', when the dogwalker has taken the dog to the park.
I could make the phone calls I have to make, call the doctor, pay a medical bill, make a migraine doctor appointment, try to remember what the call I was dreading so much that I was putting it off and have now forgotten I needed to do. Fortunately, when Nonsense tore her foot up and went to the vet, they squeezed in a rabies shot, so I didn't need to do that.
I could go to porter square, buy some books for my parents, dither about buying PSB gift certificates for my dog walker and her boss, see if the strange cash-only place can hem the bunch of dresses I have that are too long so I can continue not to wear them but at least have them as an option (holy fuck does childcare require an entirely different wardrobe than an office job).
I could make dinner for tonight - I'm trying to figure out a way to alternate nights, make dinner one night, clean the kitchen the next, lather, rinse, repeat. I'm trying to make a list of all of the things that require 0% brain input, that I've made enough that I can be on autopilot, can be tired, can be sad and stilfl make.
So, you know. All the things. Or some of them. Almost certainly not none, even more certainly not as much as I think I should.
