Why Is It?

The girls are asleep.  Something in my subconscious cries "You are free!"  I want to sleep, but I also REALLY want to do the half-dozen "me" things I've been wanting to do all day.  WHY??  I have to be up and at full blast in 7 hours.  Sleep, Curly Girl, Sleep!

ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

It's Only Good If You Actually Use It (A Blog, That Is)

So as to not let a day go by without some semi-useless rambling, here's my "Things I Did Today" list:

-Made breakfast for three

-Cleaned up after 1 dog

-Cleaned up after 4 humans

-Sorted through 25 pounds of paper to decide what was needed and what needed to be tossed

-Conferred with Baltimore Realtor regarding a) Plumber's Report/Payment b) Termite Report c) FHA Assessment d) Schedule of Closing e) Hiring Contractor/Handyman to do 9 jobs around the house f) Roof Inspection and Certification

-Sent off payment to Plumber c/o Baltimore Realtor

-Conferred with LA Realtor regarding seeing a nice house in NoHo

-Booked flights for 4 to Baltimore (Apr 14-21)

-Confirmed speaking engagement at Peabody Conservatory for April 15th

-Lunch for 3 (with extra ice cream for 2)

-Checked in on Facebook

-Achieved Rank 42 on Thousand Island Solitaire on Pogo

-Ate 1/2 pound of Sashimi Tuna

-Read another big chunk of "Rabbit Redux"

-Took 2 to YMCA for classes/clubhouse play

-Attended Canyon School Parents Meeting

-Collapsed in Tired Puddle

-Made plans to stare blankly at a distant wall sometime tomorrow

Girls in Curls, Settling In

We're off to sleepytime.  Good night, my girls.  In curls.  I love you.  

(Sing-a-long)

Good night, my girls.  In curls.  I love you.

Good night my sweetie pies.

A kiss, a hug, a snuggle close.

Enjoy today's goodbyes.

Sleep tight, everyone.

The House is Noisy, Again. Now what?

Peace shattered, multi-splendored dream of cleanliness is in shambles.  I moderate, I vacuum a little, I try to enjoy Maurice Jarre's beautiful work playing in the background.  Maurice left us all wishing for a "Lawrence of Arabia" theme of our own.  We will try, Maurice, we will try!

The House is Quiet. Now What?

So... everyone's off to dinner, but me, and I'm here (hear) with utter quiet and infinite possibilities.  I know I'm SUPPOSED to be cleaning the mess everyone (else) has made, but is that really what I want to do with this unexpected moment of freedom?