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.
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