Only sort of Monday

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Given it’s Christmas Eve day (weird collection of words we’re used to) it’s not much of a Monday. People are busy and hurrying and readying and cooking, or, if outside the thrum of it, observing the scurry.

It’s not even close to a white Christmas here in Chicago this year. Lots of brown grass and empty trees, but at night the lights are lovely.

It’s far from night now, though, with a broad, clear sky, not even the memory of clouds. It doesn’t look cold, which is no guide here in the winter.

Whether you celebrate Christmas or don’t celebrate Christmas, I wish you joy and peace, health and stability.

I hope you enjoy all of the holidays, whatever form they take.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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Wednesday Wants

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Wants are weird. Right now, I want another cup of coffee. You and I both know how that usually goes.

Eyebrow raise.

I also want a trip to Tahiti, a place I wasn’t so interested in, given how remote it is, and how difficult to reach, but now with “Below Deck” based there, and those incredible views and sunsets, I want to see it.

My odds are infinitely higher on the other cup of coffee. 

Wry eyebrow raise.

Sometimes our wants strike us out of nowhere, for things we hadn’t considered we wanted. The Roomba, or Roombie, as she is now known, for example. Until I borrowed her from my parents, I had no idea I couldn’t live without her.

And here we are.

Others are a low thrum we’ve heard most of our lives, all of our lives. We all have those, the wants we know we want but never quite manage. Some are so easily quenched.

Like that extra cup of coffee. Which is probably being made after I finish this post.

“Probably.” Right.

Today, give in to one of those wants, just for yourself, just because you can and sometimes you should. I’m about to do the same.

And it’s not Tahiti.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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Teetering through Tuesday

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Today I’m in a mood. What’s the name of that mood? Not sure, but it definitely comes with a side of grumpy.

I had a night of very odd dreams, the kind that are utterly bright and vivid, that make some sense when you’re having them, but upon waking up you wonder what, exactly, is wrong with your brain. So that might have enhanced the grump, but I went to bed grumpy too.

These days are grumpy days.

I try not to take my grumpiness out on others, though that’s always a tough, tough thing to swing. Because people are the #1 source of grumpiness.

Although, I feel less grumpy than when I started this post. I suspect my coffee has just kicked in. Ah, coffee.

Or maybe just saying that you’re grumpy lessens the grump. It’s also a ridiculous word, so repeating it makes it harder to be it.

Anyway, I hope you go forth with no grump in your jump, a phrase I just made up that is sure to be the next sensation among readers of this blog.

Have a great Tuesday.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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Moving through Monday

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So to the casual outside observer, it might look like I’m behind today, but actually, I’m ahead. Just not with my blog.

But I’ve tackled a bunch of those tasks you simply don’t want to deal with, and with those tucked away, here I am.

Yay!

Also in the amazing news front, the Roomba is here to stay. My parents were planning on upgrading theirs, and with my slavish devotion, they decided to do it sooner rather than later. “Roombie” and I are ecstatic.

You may or may not be surprised to know that one of the inventions that was most liberating for women was the washing machine. With it, a task that took most of the week could be completed in far less time; their hours opened up like flowers.

The robotic vacuum has the same feel to me. Here is this onerous task, vacuuming, which is physical and irritating and difficult to do thoroughly, and now it can be done with the push of a button and not even much of a second thought, especially with the newer models.

It may not be my robot butler, but we’re getting there. Don’t you love a happy ending?

So I’m off for more Monday. I hope you have a great start to your week.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
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A Wednesday ode to a Roomba

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So I borrowed my parents’ Roomba. In case you don’t know, a Roomba is a little mechanical miracle that vacuums for you. You tell it to go and off it goes, merrily vacuuming along. It gets into all kinds of tight spaces and the best thing is you don’t have to vacuum with your own hands.

Now this is the 21st century I expected.

I’ve had it for a few days, and I’ve got to be honest. I don’t want to give it back. I wonder what the prison sentence is for Grand Theft Roomba.

It’s a little like a toddler who likes to vacuum but is really good at it, as it can tangle in cords and get itself stuck. Then it emits a pleasant tone and a voice tells you what the problem is.

See? Totally the future.

It makes me envision the days when people will tell their grandchildren “we had to vacuum! Ourselves! Uphill both ways!” Those days can’t be far off.

Talk about a modern convenience.

Now that I have seen the light, it seems impossible to imagine life any other way. Even though it’s not as if I have to sweep the carpets by hand or anything.

Sometimes the world changes in an instant, but sometimes the change is incremental, so creeping it doesn’t even feel like change.

Just like the Roomba.


Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
Peruse Montraps Publishing

Monday and closets.

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I should save this for #AccountaClub, but I cleaned out all of my closets. How crazy is that? All of them.

My one remaining problem spot is my file cabinet. The drawer came all the way out and as of yet I can’t get it back in. I’m going to have to empty it completely to do it, which should be fun. And by fun I mean not really something I want to do right now on the heels of cleaning out all of my closets.

I’ve donated about four bags of clothes and shoes so far, maybe five, and I have another one ready to go. So there’s that.

It’s like I had a NaNoWriMo, but with cleaning. Which would make it NaCloCleMo, but who would understand that?!

Well, you would. So thanks for that.

Aside from that, it’s a very Monday Monday. I have to straighten out my health insurance for next year, which is always a total delight, and other such non-cleaning tasks which get shoved aside.

And who knows. Maybe there is some writing and editing in my future. Without the distraction of the insides of my closets.

Eh. It sounded better in my head.

Happy Monday.


Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
Peruse Montraps Publishing

Today I will change your life

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Hyperbole? Maybe. I don’t think so. But maybe.

Also probably not in the most profound of ways, but sometimes a little change makes an enormous difference. And that little change can lead to bigger changes, and so on and so on.

And so on.

As you know, this week is all about organization. I found miracle I’m about to share with you last week, kept meaning to tell you about it, but had other things to chat about.

But here it is more than a week after I learned this tip, and I still can’t get over the difference it makes.

Ready?

Please don’t find it anticlimactic. 

It’s the best way to fold your reusable bags. Did I just hear you roll your eyes? Don’t, it’s like a tiny packet of wonder.

Because the internet is a miraculous thing, I figured that if I used my BFF Google, I’d find a way to corral my utter mess and tangle of reusable shopping bags. They don’t give plastic shopping bags in the city of Chicago anymore, they were banned a while ago, so you have to bring your own.

And I admit I have a love affair brewing with them. They’re bright and colorful and just so much fun.

But they take up a ton of room. Or they did, until the Modern Parents Messy Kids blog. There, someone called “Annie” made neat little packets out of one of my most persistent sources of clutter.

You’ll need the pictures, which I’m not going to steal, as that blog definitely earned the click (here if you missed it above), and this post isn’t really about the technique.

It’s about this simple idea: there are so many solutions waiting for you out there online. If only you ask the question.


Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.
Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
Peruse Montraps Publishing