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Thursday, August 18, 2005
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Pandimonium Embodied
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Today is the 18th. I did some calculating this morning and, realizing that there are only thirteen days left this month, started to calmly panic. Anyone ever been to Illinois this time of year? Is it cold? Is it still warm enough to wear summer clothes? Or should I open up my Rubbermaid tubs and search for my flannel teddy bear pajamas?
In search of an answer to my problems, I decided it would be best to be on the safe side and take along both short sleeve shirts and jackets. Hence, my bedroom is in veritable chaos. After tearing apart my closet, I decided to be organized about it and take things one step at a time. I should've thought of that sooner, before I covered my bed in clothes.
Armed with a pad of paper and a pencil, I began making lists of things to mend, things to start sewing, things to finish sewing, things to take with me to sew, etc. Having in my head all kinds of other things that I wanted to remember, even my organized list began to look disordered. I have to take everything from piano music, to my sewing machine, to my favorite red shirt. Things I'm likely to forget, like my cell phone charger, a hairbrush and my favorite books, I have to write down. I told my mom I'm going to have way too much stuff to fit into a suitcase. Dad offered me his sea bag from when he was in the navy. He says you can fit eighty pounds of stuff in there easy. :) I'll have to look into that.
I'm sitting here telling you all this stuff as though I have all the time in the world. Duh! I totally have to get going. I'm going to be a total wreck until I get things half way done. Then I'll slow down and blog again. |
posted by cori
8/18/2005 11:02:00 AM
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| The ShugaBowl |
| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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I can sympathize.