Good Day

Today was a good day. Seems like a long time since I've felt that way. I really should keep track of them because it seems like they're so few and far between. That's probably just my imagination. I might be surprised at how many there are. Or I might decide to do something about it if there really are so few. Anyway, I felt like I got a fair amount done today--I'm trying hard not to see what I didn't get done--plus, I took the dogs out (for our 10 min jaunt down the street, even adding on a bit) twice today. The weather was glorious. I gues that's what inspired my effeciency.

I didn't feel efficient for most of the day. I felt just plain lazy. But I somehow managed to get everything on my list done. Maybe I'm learning better how to make a list! Hm. I even got some other things done, now that I think about it. I did my Monday chores (vacuuming, dusting, tidying up, putting out the trash), cleaned up the decorations from the party, and cleaned up at least half of the dirty dishes that were left. Doesn't sound like much, does it? Oh, I also took a stab at the Monday crossword puzzle. That's on my chore list, too :-) I didn't give Mary a shower like I had wanted to, but I did wash her privates, which is a sort of new resolution I've made. If we don't shower, I should try to keep her clean. It doesn't take long and it's so worth it. I got some pink grapefruit showergel to try to inspire me to shower more often. That's a definite problem area for me. Oh, in addition to all this, I set up an email account for Gina's boys, found out the telephone number for Jim to contact about the headstone, got my pics of Aunt Angie's 90th birthday party off my camera and even emailed some and put one on my myspace page. And I knitted several rows. Gosh, I'm starting to scare myself.

What I didn't do was start my diet (I'm now getting into the scary weight range) or exercise. Gina always wanted Mom and me to do weight lifting for our bones, particularly the Strong Women program. I start it over and over again but peter out by the end of the week. I also didn't completely take care of the mail, even though I did open it. (That's another problem area for me.) I'm hoping that having the house neat and tidy (as good as it's been since I first moved in, I'd say) will help me stay focused and not get into my bad, depressed-sort-of habits. Yes, I think staying focused is exactly what I need to do.

Wow, I think that party for Angie was cathartic for everyone. I could just feel this releasing of tension going on. Oh, maybe I'm just crazy. Who knows? The sad part was that one of Angie's daughters didn't come and was upset that she didn't get an invitation, when I did mail her an invitation. Hmph, maybe I'll call her, but I don't want to. I don't feel like dealing with someone who is injustly indignant and trying to placate them, you know? What an enery zapper. Especially someone who holds you on the phone for an hour. And who it sounds like has a lot of emotional baggage going on. Well, here's a picture of Angie, the Perfect Princess, as her sash says:

Well, I'd better get to bed before midnight or I'll have ended this great day in an unfitting fashion.

By the way, I hate to end on a downer, but I think Uncle Tom's not doing so well. He seemed so good, from what I heard, after his operation, but something odd seems to have happened to have taken away his desire to live.