Thanks to my mom, today my desk is cleared and ready for action. Mom and Dad came for Thanksgiving (Lovelips cooked the turkey, and she was amazing, and the food was delicious — more on that soon). But the biggest news is that my mom pushed me into action on the storage closet for art supplies, and on my desk and working file cabinet — the one that contains papers in active storage — and got me to organize them all. Envelopes, file folders, hanging folders, clear plastic tabs, emotion, personal issues on the line… it was a nerve-wracking day. But it got done.
I now have a clear desk. There is an URGENT to-do pile (which has only three things in it, plus two bills), a DATA ENTRY pile (of things I need to input into my computer’s Address book or otherwise post), and nothing else not directly related to my computer. It feels so… so… organized.
Which means, I’m organized. And ready to hit the ground running in the winter term. It feels so good.
SO.
Thanksgiving.
Mom and Dad came for Thanksgiving. Leah made the turkey, using her famous confit recipe — and you should bug her to post it, because it was teh awesomely most moist and delish turkey I’ve ever had. We also had Dad’s creamed onions (and no, we saved NONE for you. Not one. Ptthpb.) and Haricots Verts. Mom made her roasted yams, I made mashed potatoes, Leah made butternut squash. Both Leah and Mom made cranberry relish — Mom’s was Cranberry-Orange Relish, and Leah’s was plain cranberries. Both were excellent. Our pie was an experimental model from Victoria Station Café: a pumpkin pie in a cookie dough crust topped with sugared apples. We also had a sharp Vermont cheddar cheese for dessert, along with Mom’s cranberry tart. As Dad pointed out, it was three days and 21 hours of preparations squeezed into 25 minutes of eating time. Just like Passover.
We fell into a rapt stupor after dinner, and went for a walk in the rain, while Dad snagged my attention for a two-hour talk on the importance of money, and investment opportunities.
Re: order…
I think you’ve got that one right…. 🙂
Re: Bringing New Habits…
I’m also getting rid of some pairs I never really wore. They appealed to me but then I just realized they wouldn’t really “work” for me. 🙂
Re: order…
I feel much the same way about improv’ing poetry. Sometimes I know exactly what the next line is, and other times it’s like grasping at straws. Clearing out my space has actually made it easier to improv these days.
It’s as though freeing physical space in the house has freed mental space in the brain to form new connections.