Our direct to plate process is a nightmare for our department. We haven’t lost jobs, we’ve just taken on new ones. Someone in my department is going to lose it big time soon. I’m thinking about starting a game to pick who will be the first. It probably wont be the ones who are voicing their concern about things. It will be someone who is quietly struggling and seems to be doing okay. That’s usually the way it is. I spent THREE HOURS on monster.com yesterday. Like I had that kind of time to waste! I found some cool jobs for my mom. She shot them down, though. She has exacting standards. We are a lot alike.
I’ve been enjoying getting my next Sunday School class ready. The Worn-Out Woman is a great book and I think women are going to get a great deal out of the class. I know I am benefitting from all it says in many ways.
I’m going to be painting my bedroom. It’s times like this I wish I was married. 99% of the time I am very happy to be single but about 1% of the time it’s a real bummer. And it’s not at all for the reasons most might assume. It’s when I hear a funny noise from under the hood of my car, or when groundhogs overtake my back yard and cause our basement to fill up with water, it’s when I have to paint and move furniture or when I have to pick up a shelving unit and try to cram it into my car all by myself. That’s when it just sucks to be single.
So I will be painting my bedroom myself and as a result will have to do it in stages since I do not have the time to paint it all in a weekend. I don’t have a free weekend until August as near as I can tell. My goal for this week is to get my closet cleaned out and sort through all the books that are in there. Many of them will go to the used book store or to the Flourish Library. Then I can organize that and move my bookshelf into the closet. With my next paycheck I’ll buy the paint and get started on the are that will be clear once the bookshelves are gone from the wall.
The next step will be figuring out how to move my other set of bookshelves out of the room and into another room. They are floor to ceiling shelves and I think maybe they are connected to my wall in some way. Then I’m sure I’ll need to get a book out of the library and figure out how to patch the plaster on my wall. Doesn’t this sound like fun?
To be honest, I’m excited about having my room redone because it really needs it, but I’m not at all excited about the process of it. But I am keeping in mind how nice it will be to have fresh paint in a calm, cool color that lightens the room up a bit. I’m painting it a dusty blue color and have a new white coverlet for my bed. I’m buying all new sheets too, as high a thread count as I can afford. I wear shoes from payless, buy the cheapest clothes I can find and use the library unless I couldn’t possibly live without a book, but I don’t go cheap on sheets. I like the good ones. I think it’s because it reminds me of staying with my grandmother Fair when I was a kid. She always had these incredibly soft, heavy sheets that were probably 25 years old and they felt amazing when I climbed into bed. I actually had some of her sheets for several years until they started tearing from being so old. I kept the pillowcases, although I don’t use them anymore. It’s funny the things you remember…