You might remember that I am TURNING FORTY this summer -- in four weeks, to be precise. You might also remember that I had set myself a list of things to get done by that date: graduate, finish the novels of Dickens, get all the pictures into albums, declutter the house, and get in shape.
I was going to knit socks for all the kids too but I decided I didn't want to go overboard or anything.
So. I graduated. I have read the first 600 pages of Nicholas Nickleby, which means I should finish the novels of Dickens unless I get hit by a bus in the next couple of days. Actually, I would even be okay if the bus driver, like, broke my legs. As long as I don't sustain a traumatic brain injury, I'll finish my ten-year Dickens project. Hurray!
I am caught up on pictures through Christmas 2009, which is not horrible. (But ME OH MY do I hate making albums.)
Getting in shape and decluttering the house are harder tasks to define. Getting rid of clutter in a house with five children is like bailing in an boat made from an upside-down picnic table. No rest for the weary, man.
I'm going to write a little more about those two things. But first I'm going to do some pushups. Four weeks isn't very much time.
July 1970 was a great time to be born.
I've got two weeks to forty, and no particular plans or goals. I thought about it, back when you first mentioned this idea, but it didn't happen.
Probably I won't even have pulled the plug on my dissertation by then. It's remarkably hard, emotionally, to admit that this 14-year baby is never going to be born.
Posted by: Jody | June 21, 2010 at 08:39 PM
Pfft...I couldn't even get rid of clutter in a house with just me! ;)
Do you go through the photo albums with any of the kids when you finish them? I don't like making the albums either but I love, love, love looking at them with Tay.
Posted by: Angela | June 28, 2010 at 12:47 PM