Day One – Dear Diary

I wonder – am I the only one motivated by lists?  The past few months have been difficult on me, physically and emotionally and I awoke this morning, again thinking of all the drawers that need cleaning, knooks that need dusting and cloths that need organizing.  So what do I do?  Make a list?  The only problem with this genius idea is by the time I am done with the list, I am exhausted and disheartened about how much there is to do.  So.  This useless “Journi” is going to serve as a record of accomplishments for the next couple of – ah – millenia?

For instance, starting in the bedroom, I got the piles organized, then the piles in the sun-room stacked and then the piles in the bathroom going.  Three rooms, 7300 piles and I’m exhausted.  But ready for tomorrow, and feeling like I actually accomplished something today.  I was bemoaning the lack of true progress to my greatest cheerleader (my Dear Husband) and he reminded me while I was (b)itching about the lack of time investment (about 3 hours), that it wasn’t bad for a woman that was supposed to be in a wheel chair.

So I have piles.  And a plan for tomorrow and an end in sight somewhere way out there in the future where I can see it if I really squint.  Oh, and speaking of squinting – we ordered my “old lady” glasses (Sophia Loren frames),——huge but with a large visually progressive sight area and picked up not one, but two wigs yesterday.  One for fun and everyday and one for good.  I also got 4 turbans which I adore and haven’t been out of since I purchased them.  When this ” fall out” happened about 10 years ago it took about a year to complete the cycle and get a full head of evenly grown hair again.  Going on that time table, I should be just about set for supplies for the next 12 months.  And at least I don’t have to shave my legs for awhile – yes, let’s look on the sunny side of the fence, today.