I must have done something recently karmically which required little things to go wrong or not my way recently. Maybe it was that woman I flipped off yesterday for tailgating me (it was 8 am on Saturday morning, gimme a break)?
I’m not going to whine on about all of the little things that have added up to me feeling like the world is pissing in my cornflakes because they’re minor but all together, really annoying!
So after this picture, we placed a board in the track to keep him out of the shower with the litter in it. However, he’s really smart and figured out that he can just shake the doors really hard and get the board to fall out. Now we’re devising a new plan that will keep him out of that bathroom entirely but allow the cats to still get to their bathroom!
Wish us luck!
No matter how hard I try, no amount of painting, furniture rearranging, yard work, de-cluttering or organizing will ever be enough. And I feel guilty about that. There are plenty of people with much less in this world, this country, even this town than us. Yet, I want more. Is this a conditioning by inundation of advertising? Conditioning of the American dream we grew up with with? Or just the innate greed humans possess?
Europeans live in small houses and accomodate for those conditions and live happily. Why can’t I?
Currently, I’m watching Under the Tuscan Sun while files are downloading for work. And I can’t help think, how could she afford to just outright buy that villa? Of course, it’s a movie. But I yearn for another project. Another house to decorate, to paint, to make my own and fantasize about restoration even (although, DH will NEVER buy a house in such condition because he has less faith than I do in renewal). Am I nuts? Why add to the workload I already have? Plus, will I be “done” when the next house is painted and decorated? Will it be enough?
