There's a wine show at the local hippie co-op today, which is good, cheap fun. (The expense come when one buys a case off the good stuff, and I can avoid that until after I find a job.) Aside from that, I have a ton of library books and a recipe for filo-dough apple streudal that looks good for Easter brunch. I hope everyone has a lovely Easter/Passover/Blood Moon weekend.

Have fun sarameg!

Intermittently watching the eclipse decline until sunrise. Never looked bloody to me, but pretty cool. Deducing anything about orbital mechanics from stuff like that seems not straightforward. Just modeling the motion of the shadow in my head to my satisfaction (and I am generally pretty easy to satisfy for that kind of thing) is hard.

That was not enough sleep, yet I am very awake. I assume that will change at some point today.

Megan walker also had too much to drink. ijs

People are drinking too much in New Orleans? I am shocked! And on a holiday. What is the world coming to?

Ok. I'm awake. New puppy is potty trained except for the early AM domination pooping in the kid's room. Which happened an hour ago.

I have to get my ass in gear as I'm going to a 5K at the the horse track. Seriously. My foot is seriously jacked up but I'm going anyway.

So. Very .Tired. Now.

I'm glad everyone who is holidaying is drinking the appropriate holiday-fun-amount.

Timelies all!

Other than going to Macy's to get my mom's birthday present, this weekend will be spent cleaning up the guest bedroom for my parents' visit next week. Mostly, moving books to the basement.

I drank like a champ last night, but am hungover like an old lady this morning.

Although I will say that chatting with msbelle first thing in the morning has quite a healing effect. Or maybe that's the coffee I drank while we talked, but I prefer to believe in the restorative powers of the Nicest.

Miracles do happen y'all. I am awake and not hungover. Can't yet speak for The Nicest.

No hangover here either. New Orleans miracle.

I've been committed to decluttering in theory ever since I helped clean out my parents' house after my mother died. They were by no means hoarders, and Mom kept a very neat house, but they had that Depression-era childhood thing going on where they didn't like to get rid of anything that might possibly be useful. There were two desk drawers entirely filled with blank greeting cards of various kinds, and while we have a large extended family and my parents had a reasonable number of close friends, no one sends THAT many Get Well/Christmas/Thank-You/etc. cards.

The problem is finding/making time for it. Also, with books, letters, and pictures, there's the fear that someday I really WILL write that book set during Napoleon's invasion of Russia, and then where will I be if I donated that half-shelf of research materials I bought for it years ago? And what if elderly me wants to re-read all those letters from college friends or look at all those pictures from childhood vacations that so far young adult and middle-aged me has been content to leave in boxes in the basement?

Which is silly. I have full access to the internet and an extensive academic library (through work) to research anything I want to write about. And elderly me will still be ME. She won't want to discard her most cherished memories and heirlooms, but she's unlikely to grow a complete new personality and suddenly care more about those boxes in the basement than reading or traveling (assuming she's healthy enough to do so).

It also helps me to imagine some hopefully far-future Annabel having to sort this stuff out, and thinking, "Why did Mom KEEP this?" instead of, "Is there the tiniest possibility that I ever might regret getting rid of it?"