As hurricane Isabel sweeps toward the East Coast, thousands of miles away --
I'm ready for work early today so as to give myself time to sit quietly and write. Nary a hum is heard throughout the house and even the refrigerator is taking a break.
My house and my garden are so neglected. The flowers in the back yard haven't had enough water and they are droopy. The grass needs mowed and the tomatoes picked. Inside the house there is a funny smell wafting out from the hall bathroom. I hadto go investigate that. I discovered an old upturned shampoo bottle that had leaked out of the bottom of the wicker wastebasket and in the darkness under their some kind of slimy bacteria were growing. I grabbed the bathroom cleaner and exiled the basket for the day. It's sitting where the sun will kill said bacteria. Bad smells are to be dealt with immediately cobwebs however, will have to wait.
I'm feeling so wistful to stay home, that this morning while looking for a Tupperware for my lunch, I saw the jumbled cupboard with a frown and pulled everything out and organized it. I felt momentarily better but soon the desire to do that all day, in my own kitchen, made me feel worse.
If this house and yard are a reflection of me and my mental and emotional state -- then I am neglected, haven't had enough water, am droopy, need to be organized, am covered with cobwebs, and I am beginning to smell bad.
Only thing as I can't patch me up quick with a little bathroom cleaner I need fall house cleaned, a complete inventory of supplies made, and overhaul of my life strategy and stocked up for winter. After all there's a hurricane coming and I'm not ready to weather any storms right now. A small stiff breeze would probably knock me over.
((Hey Cupcake... BOO!))
Thud.
See, what’d I tell you?
I was considering staying home from work today, but heck, I don’t want to stay home and be sick, If I’m going to be sick, I might as well get paid for it!
( A mercenary little soul aint she? )