Tuesday retreat

Today I'm abandoning humanity in favor of a little silence and personal space. Two weeks of frenetic activity has caught up to me; errands, eternal trips in the car, which always wear me out, physical therapy and the demands of stuff in general have sent me into my cave. Don't bother knocking. I'm not coming out.

I found a tree guy for our overgrown and falling down yard, but no landscaper. This issue goes on and on, like that of finding ' good domestic help '. I don't know what the problem is in this area, but I've concluded that landscapers are only one step above WalMart executives. A slight step.

My office is finally getting its makeover! We've decided on which wall we're going to build a custom closet (30x120) and I'm leafing through paint samples, and hanging drapes, my World Trade Center prints and my much-loved map of London.

Our dresser arrived (a real live adult dresser with mirror, woo-HOO) so we've moved the highboys into my office, which works well and actually gives us extra storage space for clothing. My filing cabinet arrived, too, so I can now store bills and all the manuscripts that will never see the light of day again. I've labeled, filed, and reorganized every scrap of paper in the house and have a new system whereby pending bills will go into a cubby above my desk, so that I don't have to look at them cluttering the dining table while I try to eat what I've cooked. *This* is a big deal. If you've been to my house, then you have seen the interminable stacks of paperwork dominating every surface. It's driven me ape shit for years. I am happy to say I can now return to my former state of sanity.

I purchased good tickets to see Crosby Stills & Nash this summer, but instead of seeing them at Wolf Trap it looks like we're driving to Charlottesville. Funny thing about these tickets. Hubby is being cornered into taking a ten week course and this means, dependant on the exact start date (undetermined - gov't, go figure), that I may be going to the show alone.

Anyone interested in seeing CSN with me? C'mon, hippies; don't be shy. I'll wear tie dye, if it makes you feel better to be seen with geeky ole me. I'll even put flowers in my hair and try not to cry loudly during Helplessly Hoping. (disclaimer: I said try)