But first I have to figure out where I'm going to put the record albums. I have a place for a few of them, but not nearly all. Well, I'll figure out something.
After my second trip to Radio Shack I remembered what I wanted from Albertson's and made a stop there. Heavy cream. Because I've been wanting some chowder lately. Yeah, I use the real stuff. None of this lo-cal stuff for me. Anyway, I just sampled it, and the fresh rosemary was a mistake. Fresh rosemary is wonderful in something that cooks for hours, but not suitable for the way I make potato-corn chowder. Tastes good otherwise.
Also found a sketch pad that takes all media except water color, and I think if I used a very dry brush, I probably could use water color, too. I still don't have a place to set up an easel, but at least I can do some small pieces of artwork and sketches. I have a couple ideas running around in my head that I've been wanting to get on paper, and maybe later on, larger versions on art board.
Tomorrow is going to be busy. Need to pick up my grandson from work, but first pick up his girlfriend from the college. Need to get back to the closet and finish up there.
Seems that when I start a project like cleaning up, clearing out, rearranging, and whatever, I end up with a bigger mess than I started with. I think I need to get some boxes and label them: put back; throw away; give away; hmmmm, maybe I'll keep this. When I first started on the closet, a bunch of stuff ended up on my bed. I was debating whether to stay up longer and sort, or sleep on the recliner. I didn't do either one. I dumped the stuff on the floor and slept in my bed. Now how's that for decision-making???
The living room is a disaster area. When I started clearing out a place for the records I want to bring home, I ended up with a bunch of magazines strewn across the floor. And they're still there while I try to make up my mind if I want to keep Science magazines that are five years old. And what about all those National Geographics and Smithsonian magazines that have such treasures of information? I need a bigger place. Or fewer possessions. But what's a packrat to do? It's so hard to toss stuff that still has some value (at least to the mind of the packrat).
Maybe I'll just go live with Yetzirah. I can just hear her comment when she reads this. Like ************* you will!!! Just kidding, friend.
Oh, gee, all this thinking about cleaning, rearranging, tossing out has worn me out. And I hear my bed calling.
G'night.
Shalom