Immeasurably More

Given that my laundry is piled in the kitchen waiting for its turn in the washing machine, and the recently finished load is hanging to dry in the spare room, I've decided to tackle one of the more difficult sub goals - the dining room.  This is where most of my paperwork, letters, books, todo lists, etc. inevitably end up. I'll start by browsing through the Edinburgh International Film Festival schedule and adding anything of interest to my LoveFilm list!  Hey.... This paperwork isn't going to do itself! 10:15pm Update Ok... the purple slippers are still as pictured above.  But I ate my dinner (peach and raspberry cobbler laced with Jersey Apple Brandy and ice cream) at a clear table.  I also did three loads of laundry, a sinkful of dishes and some overdue accounting.

TIRMa is coming up for a week.  She always graciously insists that she doesn't mind the untidiness she inevitably finds here.  But this time, things will be different!  I am dedicating my three-day weekend to vacuuming, dusting, washing, ironing and generally doing all the little things I've just been ignoring for a really long time. I am breaking the project down into smaller pieces, so I can pace myself.  I intend to start with the smallest space: the entry way.  Note the unpacked suitcase which has been there since my arrival home on Thursday. Reward for completion... Breakfast! 10:50 Edit.  Goal one achieved!  And Breakfast too..... Next!

Dear Reader, I've been going through my blog archives looking for something describing how I chose my present apartment, but I have been unable to find anything. I apologize if I'm repeating myself, but I started Immeasurably More so I could tell stories like this, so tell it I will, even if it is telling it again. Those of you who visited me in Boston may remember my old apartment. It had bright yellow walls which I liked, but which some of my friends found objectionable. Regardless of their thoughts about the walls, they would all agree that it was cramped, sufficient for a single person, but definitely not for guests. Therefore, one of my primary goals when I moved to the UK was to find an apartment which was big enough for entertaining, for overnight guests and the occasional party. God and I had some serious conversations about this topic. In an effort at fiscal responsibility, I set myself a budget and made an appointment with a local estate agent. He scheduled four...