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October 03, 2006
From the Mixed Up Files of Ms. Write Again Soon
In the last 48 hours I have been more productive than I ever thought possible and dear reader, I thought a LOT was possible. In fact, as I sit here now, at a mere 10 p.m. at night, I have literally crossed the last thing off my to-do list. I assure you, it was a very long list, one that began before my trip to Seattle in August and just kept growing. As I bore down on my orange pen of accomplishment and drew a thick line through the final task I mentally whispered take that, to-do list, take that.
But that's not really my point. I'd like to discuss last night's major feat, which was switching the summer and winter clothing in my closet. I realize for my male readers that this will seem like the work of a moment (or possibly not even a moment if you have an all-season wardrobe). To you who disbelieve the momentousness of this task, let me just point out that I have FORTY-THREE pairs of shoes. I know this because I counted them yesterday.
One of my favorite things about October is the ritual switching of clothing. I want to run down the streets swinging a bell, loudly proclaim "hear ye, hear ye, bring out your tank tops!", and pile all unnecessary clothing into a wheelbarrow to be unceremoniously burned at the outskirts of town. Sort of like the Black Death, but more chipper.
(Another favorite thing about October is the beautiful lighting. No matter what time of day, the skies seem bluer than a Tiffany's box and the sunlight glows like burnished copper. Plus, have you seen how good I look in the autumn afternoon, dressed in my newly unpacked sweaters and one of my many, many pairs of shoes?)
Again I digress, but dear reader I promise I shall soon get to the point, and here it is: October weather is a funny thing. I was quite delighted to pull on my favorite pair of flannel pajama-bottoms this afternoon when I got home--the red ones with the little white reindeers, a sure sign that Christmas is approaching. Paired with a t-shirt, it was the perfect outfit for an evening of working on the Big Idea and watching Adaptation (fabulous, by the way).
God, apparently, was displeased with my devil-may-care attitude towards the changing seasons and its ramifications for my wardrobe. To reprimand my behavior, he sent 4 mosquitos to bite me on various body parts, including one on the dead center of my cleavage.
WTF? How is it possible to wear flannel AND get mosquito bites at the same time? I shall write a stern letter of reprimand. And keep my fingers crossed that the first frost comes soon.
Comments
I could help you solve that shoe problem. What I do is to keep a box of stuff that I don't want to through away (or give away or sell to the used shop) for some reason or another, but that I really don't use. Then, if I want to buy something else, I have to choose one item from that box to get rid of. It ensures that my apartment does not overflow with... shoes?
Posted by: Bastish at October 3, 2006 10:32 PM
You have *nothing* on your to-do list? Nothing to do? Not a single task you want to get done? I am completely baffled as to what that must feel like.
Posted by: Red at October 3, 2006 10:43 PM
Um...I don't think I ever said having 43 pairs of shoes was a PROBLEM. In fact, it is one of the great delights in my life to be able to pick a pair that matches my mood each and every morning.
Heaven forbid I ever get to the point of wearing the same aquasocks every day for a year to the point where people know you'll be arriving in a few minutes because the odor precedes you down the street. Not that I'm thinking of a specific person or anything.
And I should also point out that my to-do list was only things that ABSOLUTELY HAD TO BE DONE TODAY. I have an entire other list (about 27 things) that ABSOLUTELY MUST BE COMPLETED THIS WEEK...but that's another story altogether. And don't even get me started on the List Of Things To Do This Month.
Posted by: Ms. Write Again Soon at October 3, 2006 10:43 PM
Ah, the multi-tiered list. List triage, perhaps.
My apartment is sweltering right now. The thought of flannel makes me cringe...
Posted by: mr. bad apologies at October 4, 2006 07:55 PM
I am relieved to read of the clarification re: list triage.
Posted by: Red at October 4, 2006 09:50 PM
