Monday, 17 August 2015
Warning - this post may contain concepts some people could find offensive (at least in August).
On Saturday we set about moving the compost pile to make space for the compost bins. There was a lot more than we thought so when a break was needed we went to the town for some garden sacks so we could take some of the stuff to the tip. As it turns out, due to needing a permit to take "inert waste" to the tip we didn't go. We still bought the sacks though. I also treated myself to the small menu board pictured above, we've been on about getting one for months, and this was a nice small one and only cost 99p including for sticks of chalk. It should reduce the small pieces of paper that always seem to be scattered around the house with the same things written on them.
To reduce the shopping list equivalent I've taken the obvious step of putting them on my phone. This also helps me to remember to take my phone out with me, especially useful as I use my phone as a pedometer these days.
Our lives are filled with an endless stream of opportunities and so we find our weeks filling up quickly, no matter how hard we try to not plan too much. In order to control as much of this as possible we've been potting, planning and making lists, especially about Christmas (sorry). I can't remember if I spoke about it at the time, but I had a bit of a meltdown last December which lead to that whole period being a bit of a disaster. My problem is (other than the day being totally dominated by the fact we have to visit Dan's mum in the evening) that we do nice things, but it doesn't have any specialness to it. So that's what we're working on. Dan wants a cyclamen, trifle and a festive quilt.
To stop the feelings of overwhelm I frequently have, a phenomenon Dan refers to as taking on thus I am writing a massive list. A list of house readiness, so I'm not trying to do everything all at once. This is general readiness, not a festive thing. But I am most likely when I have two minutes before someone turns up to be found making a draught excluder (that really happened) or deciding to paint the bathroom ceiling, because these things become really important at times when I should really be thinking about something else. Getting it written down gets it out of my head and means I can go to sleep, which is one of my very favourite things of all.