Monday,
January 7, 2008
ORTHODOX CHRISTMAS

Merry Christmas!

Hey, I'm Serbian Orthodox -- I get to say that.

Not that this was much of a holiday, since now that I had the office cleaned it was time to dig out and rearrange the craft closet. Three garbage bags, four boxes and other detritus later, I can now walk into said closet, lay my hands on pretty much anything I need without playing Real Life Tetris (granted, there are some things that would require the moving of other things, but they're items I won't be using any time soon) and even get into the chest of drawers I put in there a while ago.

And oh, dear reader, I am tired because all of this started at 3:30 PM and by 9:00 PM I still had some putting away and organizing to do. But I do feel a sense of accomplishment, especially since I was able to give the dollhouse kits to a local friend -- what can I say, I like enabling miniaturists.

Speaking of accomplishments, Lyndon walked in while I was working and said, "It looks very smart and organized, dear."

"Thank you, pumpkin," I said, then was struck with an eeeeevil thought. "Would you like me to do your office next?"

I believe I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes. "Um...no."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"'Cause I could do it anytime this week."

"No, that's okay."

Heh. It would be organized by the time I was finished -- of course, half the contents would be in bags waiting for the garbage pickup, too, and then I would be divorced and that would make me sad.

DAMMIT!

Once again I had a perfect idea for a journal entry, something pithy and insightful that would entertain readers while also making them think. Because, you know, I'm all about the thinking and stuff.

I even thought, "I must remember this -- it's truly nifty." And so I sit down to write this entry, and it's gone. Gone gone gone. Was it a political rant? A musing on the writing life? Something mordantly hilarious (did you know that mordant, meaning "biting and caustic in thought, manner, or style," also means "a substance used to set dyes on fabrics by forming an insoluble compound with the dye"? The things you learn on the internetz) about the state of driving in Dallas?

I have no frigging idea. Having a Swiss cheese memory really sucks ass at times. I think I need to start using the Voice Notes function on my phone for this sort of thing -- I know it sounds sort of pretentious, but I'm sick and tired of losing all kinds of useful ideas because my brain is turning into Silly Putty.

Huh -- I do remember a thought that I should start studying an atlas and bone up on geography, just for the hell of it. I took one of those online geography tests, and while I didn't come out looking like a complete moron I was also embarrassed that I had such a hard time finding all the different countries in Africa (except for South Africa, which is sort of a gimme, really). It's a big globe, admittedly, but it's not THAT big -- I should be able to reliably point at a map and say, "There, my friends -- there is Addis Ababa. And Ethiopia, while we're at it."

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