Memento Mori

All right. I think I'm back on track until the next busy day throws me into another 24-hour recuperation time of doom.

What I need to do today:
1. Iron the sheets and pillowcases. (No, I DON'T iron the entire thing. Just the cuff parts because they get crinkly in the wash and crinkles disturb my tranquillity.)
2. Clean up the kitchen. Thanks to Dan, there's a lot less to clean up this morning than there was last night.
3. Take a bath.
4. Tidy up the sewing room because it's honestly a disaster area.
5. Iron some clothes.
6. Vacuum upstairs.
7. Make the bed.
8. Finish reading one of my two books so I can feel less ashamed of myself when I make my end-of-month report.

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I had a sandwich for breakfast. Tomato, lettuce, and leeks on rye. Best combination ever. I love leeks. I also had apple crisp.

Okay, off to get dressed and go for my walk, neither of which are on the above list.

Um... the dishes are done. Spot has been outside for a long time and apparently has no desire to come in yet. The recycling needs to be taken out, and then I must find something with which to occupy myself. Perhaps jacket.

Today:

1. Bread must be made.
2. GERMAN RAW APPLE CAKE MUST BE MADE. Sadly, minus cream cheese frosting. I heart cream cheese frosting. Out upon you, healthy vegan lifestyle. However, I WILL dust it with icing sugar because it will make me feel 33% avenged.
3. Come up with something to have for lunch tomorrow.
4. Make a post about Princess Buttercup's "I WOULD NOT SAY THAT IF I WERE YOU" dress at jorele
5. Vacuum.
6. Wash the floors. Actually all of them this time instead of just the kitch.

I enjoy days when I accomplish a bulk of my day's work before ten o'clock.

Of course, this means I have to get up and not be lazy in the morning.

So far this morning I made a pot of soup and a cake that is cooling. It is a slightly flat cake, but I think once the frosting is on nobody will care. *crosses fingers*

I have bread rising the oven now, so I should have all my cooking done before noon. Yay. That just leaves vacuuming and washing floors.

I sure love my kitty. He used to fit so comfortably on the top of the amp behind the DVD player. He still fits, but it took him longer to get adjusted. He's so precious. I just want to squish and squeeze him - gently, of course.

I've managed to get a batch of bread underway, dust, clean the bathroom counter (a never-ending job lately because somebody with paws tracks water spots all over it, which dry and leave mineral splatters...), and now I'm in the middle of doing dishes. Oh, and I burned three discs.

I enjoy my job.

Goal for this afternoon: try to finish the book I started and get some more drawing done.

I might mention that today and yesterday Spot behaved like a rabid dog on his leash when we were walking. He is a very stiffnecked and rebellious cat and rolls and mews and won't walk. He must be in kitty teenagedom.

He walks fine when we go on hike-type walks. Why can't he walk around the block? I don't get it.

Eventually I won the battle and he did walk for about half the walk. I took him around some detours to make up for the time we wasted at the outset getting him to just... move.

I also saw a beautiful orange cat curled up by a house. He was darker than Spot, with more markings, but had a lovely face, despite the fact that he was glaring at me. I think Spot did not see him.

I haven't listened to "Messiah" in ages, and after this morning's post it seemed a good time to finally get around to doing it. I've just gotten to the part where it says, "And He shall purify the sons of Levi, that they may offer unto the LORD an offering in righteousness."

So that got me to thinking about the sons of Levi and why they were special. Because the tribe of Levi was the only tribe who stood with Moses on God's side after the abomination of the golden calf, they were chosen to be the ministers of His Law and the keepers of His tabernacle.

Set apart.

I can't help but feel that this particular verse points forward to the time when Christ purifies the figurative sons of Levi: the ones who stand with Him in the end, when He calls out His people from Babylon.

Also, the smell of my apple-walnut cake is particularly spicy and tantalising. It won't be done baking for another half hour. Hungry it makes me. Again.

But I haven't touched chocolate all day.

The Elks must have something going on tonight. Parking lot has been getting fuller since earlier this afternoon.

I still haven't washed floors. I'm going to be doing well if I just get the kitchen done at this point. Blah.

And I wanted to take photos today, but that so didn't happen. Photos of books and Christmas decorations and assorted other things. Oh well.

The day is slowly becoming productive. I have a second load of laundry washing and the first one drying.

I've been grocery shopping with teh husband (where I bought the Western Family All Purpose Bleached Flour).

I picked up The Mysteries of Harris Burdick, three Elizabeth Speare books, two sewing books, and Jumanji at the library. New goal? Read a book a week. (No, Jumanji doesn't count.)

I cleaned out and organised the freezer for the first time since we moved. No wonder I couldn't find anything.

The fruit has to be together. The veggies have to be together. I am OCD with freezer organisation.

It won't stay that way, but at least it's a good start trying.

The fridge is next. If I'm not heard from in a few hours, check the crisper. It may have eaten me alive.

Note to self: When you cut out quilt squares next time, maybe you should IRON the fabric first. Because, you know, ironing quilt squares after they are cut out is a most annoying and time-consuming task. Thanks.

I just took out the trash and recycling and I'm all hot. So I'm sitting in front of the fan for a few minutes before I continue vacuuming.

Also, the kitchen floor accumulated a Layer of Sticky sometime in between last night and this morning. I would like an explanation for this phenomenon.

Well, although I did not do EVERYTHING on my list, my kitchen is sparkling clean and the table is clear except for my thing of furniture polish and the two latest magazines.

I got on a sidetrack project of removing all my DVDs from their cases. Dan ordered me a wallet thing to keep all of them in because the two shelves they're on are just really being space eaters. Figured we would take them to Deseret along with the rest of this junk he brought back from the homestead. So I have all the papers and booklets in a box now and I'm amazed at how much LESS space they will take up in my life in a wallet.

I did take out one bag of paper to the recycling. It is raining. I am using this as my excuse to not take out the rest.

Dan managed to go through some of this stuff. I think I'm going to need to prod him along to help me take the stuff to the car that will be going to Deseret. I really can't clean the living room until this stuff is relocated. I should take a picture. It's as bad or worse as any mess *I* ever had here.

paularidgeway made me this Deanna icon yesterday. I believe it will come in useful, although Space Cadet is hardly appropriate for Deanna herself. She's da bestest. I'm still not really into her and Riker as a couple, though. Riker is slowly becoming less annoying, but I have to say I'm more intrigued by Deanna+Worf. I know, I'm weird. But seriously... Riker is such a womaniser. Irritating. If he was more focused on Deanna, it would be different...

The following bit of dialogue was pretty priceless, though. From "The Game" (which was really good).

Riker: Chocolate ice cream, chocolate fudge and chocolate chips. You're not depressed, are you?
Troi: I'm fine, Commander.
Riker: Would you like me to leave you two alone?

Troi: I never met a chocolate I didn't like.

How to eat a chocolate sundae: First of all, you have to spoon the fudge around the rim, leaving only the ice cream in the middle. Then you gently spoon the ice cream around the sides, like you're sculpting it. Relish every bit, make every one an event, and then, with the last spoonful, close your eyes.
Riker: I had no idea it was such a ritual.
Troi: Chocolate is a serious thing.

I think I need a Deanna chocolate icon. I will reward myself with one when I have concluded the cropping of my 2000 photos. (The year 2000, that is, not the number of photos.)

Oh, and I was asking Dan what he would do if he was to write an episode of Star Trek. He said he didn't know but it would involve someone being trapped somewhere. He asked me what I would do and I said I was intrigued with the idea of picking two characters that didn't seem at all in cohesion with each other and put them in a situation together, like Data and Worf. Then again, almost anyone plus Worf would make for an interesting hour of entertainment. I got a great amusement out of "Disaster" when Worf had to deliver a baby. "You have dilated 10cm. You may now give birth." Um... anyway.

As Ginny would say, Isssssssssssssuuuuuuuuuuues.

Well... the bedroom has been cleaned. The pie has FINALLY been finished and put in the freezer and the kitchen is cleaned up, minus floors. The hall and bathroom are clean. Laundry done.

Now... herbs? Bleeeeeeeh.