It’s late and since I have screwed up my sleeping patterns this weekend, I am finding it hard to sleep right now. I just put a couple of loads in the laundry and packed another box then decided to sit on my rump for a bit.
I was talking to a friend earlier tonight and mentioned that I have been packing my life away in the last couple of months getting ready for the changes in my apartment coming up and I have come to realize that I am about as exciting as dryer lint.
I have not really been one to collect things, many people I know tend to collect things but I have never really gotten in the habit. I like shot glasses from places but I no longer have the thousands that I used to have. I only have some special ones now. Maybe 30 of them scattered around the house or at the office. Other than that, the only things I think I collect are toilet paper and flip flops.
My mom mentioned this weekend that she would like to know what things that she has that I would like her to mark for me in her will. She has items that have been in the family for so many years but I have no real interest in them. Is this wrong? Is it wrong that I have no desire to be given dressers, sewing cabinets, hope chests and quite a few other things she wants to drop off in my lap when she passes? I am sure that I will want them one day but at the moment, I have no desire to say, yes, save me this and that…
Who knows if I will ever have children? I don't want any at the moment and I am already 32. Sometimes I wish I had a daughter but it’s not a burning desire that often. I tend to like older men anyway so having a child at my age when I do finally settle down and marry someone might not even be in the plans. Besides, I tend to prefer men who are 15-20 years older than I am. So if I am 32, how would a 52 year old man feel fathering a baby in a few years? Random late night thought there.
So back to my packing, I have gotten rid of a bit of things, donated them to people who could use them, set them aside for a garage sale at my moms house, or just plain thrown things away that needed it. Now I am to the point where I am not even going through things, just packing them. When I unpack, if there is something I don't want, then I will deal with it. I just want this whole ordeal to be done before I get to the point where I decide not to repaint my apartment or have new carpet put in! :O
I noticed that for the last few weeks, mainly since a couple of weeks before my vacation, that I have not been able to write any poetry. Even since my vacation and the 66 pages that I wrote while at Brian’s Spa, I haven’t been able to get myself to write in my journal.
I am quite tired of internalizing things and looking into myself, whether I like what I see or not, it’s getting boring in there. I have finished all but one of the 24 books I got from the library and they are due on Tuesday. I plan to check out as many this time, I love reading.
I have company coming in July and I have to plan activities for that. Kinda at a loss there, Last year was NASA and the Forbidden Gardens; this year is a longer trip for my company so I need to figure out some exciting things to do. Hard for someone who is evidently about as exciting as dryer lint. Haha
Thought about a trip down to the beach, maybe a quaint stroll around the Strand in a horse drawn carriage? Considering some of the many museums here but they might not like them. Thought about maybe a day trip out to Brenham to the Blue Bell Ice Cream Plant for a tour and free ice cream. See, I am not a good hostess, I am boring. Haha
Out in California, I loved the lazy days we had between the days that we went out and did things. That is my kind of a vacation, but its not everyone’s so I am trying to come up with things to do that might be interesting.
Anyway, enough rambling. I should check on the clothes and maybe pack some more stuff. I still don't know how I have so much crap. Really I don't.
If you got this far, thanks. Got any ideas on how to entertain someone in Texas? Hehe
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