and for me that means a quick clean up of the house, laundry, nap, whatever. I am not sure how the whole routine of cleaning up the house came to fall on this day, usually get it done first thing in the morning so that when the football game comes on a 1:00 I am ready to sit and relax. Well, it isn't football season-yet (only about 3 weeks to go!), it is only 9 a.m., and I am debating on where to start. Probably the laundry as that is what takes the longest.
I have been reading a book called "Living Artfully" and it has really made me think about myself and my life and I have realized that I am for the most part already living an artful life. I mean, I don't scrapbook everyday or every week for that matter most of the time, but I do do little things for myself and my family that would qualify as living an artful life. I think I should get bonus points for thinking about all the projects I would like to do :).
I do know that for me mentally I would be better off if my house was organized the way I feel it should be. I will admit that I am a packrat and that my house is on the cluttered side. My kids don't seem to understand what I want when I ask them to clean something up for me and I realize that is my failure for not showing them on a daily basis exactly what I would like done and how I would like the house to look.
I do know that it drives Will crazy because he is very neat, hates clutter of any sort and is not usually a culprit in our messy mess. If anything he is the only one that consistantly picks up after himself. I try and do that, but have a big tendancy to just "overlook" what seems like too big of a job at the moment. Like scrapbooking. I have ideas floating around in my head, unstarted projects that really wouldn't take much time to complete if only I had a place that hadn't gotten so cluttered and out of control that I could just sit down whenever I wanted and start something. Aggravation to the max!
Anywho- Will and I went to his Aunt Francis' home in BG for a double birthday. 65 for John her dear hubby, and 40 for daughter Cammie. Everyone but Bill was there, he was out of town on some fireman's thing, and it was great to see everyone. We had missed last years reunion in September because of a school function, and hadn't made the past couple of years worth of Christmas Day gatherings so it was good to get to see the family. The girls of course didn't want to go, but that was fine too.
We are still without rain and everything is so dry. The cows really have nothing much to eat, and we are starting to feed a little hay. Have got to get them weeded out and shipped off. We can't feed 200 head all winter and there is no reason to have that many anyway. Mom says we will cut back to about 70 head which will be just about right.
With a little (alot) of fencing up on Grandaddy's farm, we can turn the cows out up there to eat it down instead of bush hogging it. There is a lot of feed up there, not sure about water, but it would be enough feed to hold them for awhile anyway.
Well, the laundry and chores aren't getting done sitting here, so I guess I will go and get started. If my allergies don't soon let up I think I will be sleeping my life away.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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