Instead of mowing the lawn...

The lad still isn’t home yet, so I am merrily proceeding with my projects. Three have occupied my time while he has been away. One has involved creating a new photo gallery with ExpressionEngine‘s super duper gallery module. I am so in love with it. So easy to use, edit, change directories and categories. It makes everything I’ve tried before look cumbersome (which they were). My gallery isn’t ready for prime time yet, but I’m getting there. Once it’s finished, maybe I should start taking more pictures....

My other projects have been laundry and cleaning the basement. All bedding has been washed from top to bottom. Mattresses turned. Throw rugs have been laundered. Curtains and drapes have been washed or dry cleaned. Winter jackets and sweaters have been washed or dry cleaned. And the amazing pile of stuff in the lad’s room has been laundered and folded and put away. Somehow installing a new shower curtain and liner found its way onto the project list, too.

I’m still working on the basement which is a long term project, but I have visions of it being almost empty and totally organized at some point in the next several months. My basement has been the general catch-all and storage bin for the last 12 years and, as happens, the tendency is to stuff things in it that I don’t know what else to do with. What I should learn to do is carry items right out the front door rather than store them in the basement until I decide what to do with them—because I never do decide what to do with them. There are still unpacked boxes from my last house. I don’t know what’s in them and I’m tempted to get rid of them without looking. I haven’t missed anything in them for 12 years. Anyway, the basement looks better, but there’s still a long way to go.

Meanwhile, Terry is in a dither over the cleaning activity. Her favorite throw rug in front of the kitchen sink lost its familiar scent, which upset her world. I took it out of the dryer last night and put it back down. This morning she’d taken the liberty of christening it. Smells good again to her and is now waiting beside the washer for it’s turn. Again. I wonder how many times we will repeat this scene before I give up and put the rug someplace else. It’s a good thing I love her.