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Archive for March 5th, 2007

What I Learned Today

Monday, March 5th, 2007
  1. It takes me 22 minutes to change a tire.
  2. My arms are too weak to lift a tire out of a hatch, but my legs are not. Answer? a) Climb in hatch, 2) anchor hands in tire while lifting with legs, 3) drop tire out of hatch, 4) jump down. Works just fine.
  3. I am grateful to be merely 48 years old, able bodied, done with the flu, and able to take care of myself this way.
  4. I feel lucky to have a life without suits, heels, nylon stockings and fancy coats. I’m washable, which is often a good thing.
  5. My dad was right when he wouldn’t let me take driver’s ed until I proved I could change a tire (on his 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88, a “boat”).
  6. There is personal power in knowing one can take care of oneself in less-than-great conditions.

LynnH the Hoarder, Chapter 998

Monday, March 5th, 2007

I am kicking my own tush again. I don’t know how to be different but I need a change. I have TOO. MUCH. STUFF.

I drown in it. Yes, this is a small house, but that has nothing to do with it. I once lived in a 600 sq. ft. apartment for 10 years. I moved to a 3-bedroom, 3-bathroom house for a year, then moved back to about 800 sq. ft. I filled that big house in one year. It was a real hassle to get rid of the stuff.

I am learning to do maintenance as I go, in the kitchen. I have to cook at least twice a day in the kitchen, and since I have to bake if I want any bread-like item, I use lots of measuring cups, mixing bowls, the whole thing. Our dishwasher is half-sized and about half the time I run two loads in one day. The kitchen has lots of walking/floor space but very little work space. I am learning to work within those boundaries.

But my office? My studio? Aaack! Part of my problem is that I’m no doubt some flavor of what they call ADD, and I am very visual. I forget things twenty times before I remember them. If I leave things where I can see them, I’m less likely to leave them unfinished.

Brian reminds me if I just did things right away I wouldn’t have to remember. I always seem to have something urgent that makes me put things off for later, until *they* become urgent.

I also am a woman of creative passion. I have a zillion things I want to do, a zillion things I start (and usually eventually finish), far too many volunteer obligations, a singing career, a knitting-design career, a yarn-dyeing career, a teaching career, and what seems like a part-time job cooking nearly every shred of food I consume because of food allergies. I want to do more than I do, and there is only so much time.

At least twice a year I crash under the stress of all I have planned and the time I don’t have to do it. I start saying no, I clean up the top layers or one room, then I go on. And I start saying yes again (as if having the passion to do something means I have the time) and cycle again.

Today I spent a long time going through a pile of local newspapers, trying to find notices of my art exhibits or anything about The Fabulous Heftones. Done. I have a recycle bin full of newspapers and a smaller pile of pertinent career-related articles which still need some sort of cataloguing but they are off the floor next to my desk anyway.

It’s tax time so I’m also working on organizing my desk, my computer files, and my finances/life to get that all straightened out. I had another avalanche on my desk last night even though I’ve already started on this cleanup project.

In spite of it all, I am a productive person. I write patterns, I dye yarn, I ship yarn and patterns when they have been purchased by my (wonderful, appreciated) online customers. I teach classes, I knit samples and a few gifts and a few socks for me. I make meals and clean up after them.

(For the record, Brian makes a good number of our dinner meals now, too, which I really appreciate. He can make fish well and I am inept in that department, plus he does a bit of crockpot work on days off… for someone like me who doesn’t like cooking, a partner who cooks dinner sometimes is really a gift.)

I got rid of 12 bags of clothing and kitchen stuff not that long ago. It didn’t even touch the surface.

Today I’m typing on a keyboard that got drips of tea in it last night. The spacebar works now, but the right-hand shift key is inoperable. I need to buy a new one. Today, if possible! In days past I’d keep this keyboard “just in case.” Remind me to throw it away tonight… I can not afford to have one more thing in the house that I don’t actively use which does not have other value, either monetary or sentimental.

Off to mail a couple of yarn packages, and then teach computers! It will be a good day.

Tapioca Time Bomb

Monday, March 5th, 2007

Last night I was searching for recipes that contain Tapioca. I found myself on snopes.com (a site for debunking urban legends, for the most part) reading a story they have validated as true.

A ship in 1972 nearly exploded when the tapioca in its hold got wet and started cooking from a fire being fought on the floor above. It is pretty funny in hindsight. I was in need of a chuckle, maybe you are, too.

The story can be found on Snopes.