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Day 71 (Or: More About The Hood!)

Day 71, Continued!

Just in case you haven't already seen the ream of pictures and information from the Boy-Child's and my house building adventure, you can check out the loveliness here!

Highlights:

Day 71 (Or: Throw Another Party!)

I've said it before, some Days are just a no-brainer.

Boy-child and I live in a charming CHARMING neighborhood. Our neighborhood is the old-fashioned kind, where neighbors share sugar, and recipes, and chat over the fences. Where kids (35 of them on two blocks connected by two public trails!) play capture the flag, hide out in the community tree fort, create block-long hopscotches and bike/skate/scooter in circles for hours. Parents yell for kids at dusk, and living rooms are frequently filled with 7 or 8 children for game nights.

14+ households abide along a two block stretch, and, perhaps because many of us partnered to build our houses with Habitat for Humanity, or perhaps because we're fun-loving, family-minded individuals, we've grown into a community which cares for itself. Blessed, we are.

Day 71 of One Thousand Days, we hosted the 2nd neighborhood Block Party BBQ of the season, and it was delightful! There were kids, party lights, seafood skewers, chocolate-mint-raspberry cake, and lime-ade, and LAUGHTER! We decided to petition the City for speed bumps and "Slow - Children at Play" signs, and have plans for creating a neighborhood food garden. Yay team!

If you've never done this before, I highly recommend it. After all, if we can't rely on our neighbors when the zombie apocalypse hits, we're pretty much screwed.

71 down, 929 to go.

Day 70 (Or: I'm a WHAT?)

Of all the things that I DON'T want to be known for...

I've been given the label "Yard Sale Lady."

Because I've held or participated in a ridiculous amount of yard sales in the last month and a half. I've lost count of how many. 4? 5? Ridiculous.

True, the house is emptier, and the storage has room for...well...storage. And yes, I'm a great sales-lady. And, alright, I agree with you, I'm a hoot to hang out with, hawking wares.

But YARD SALE LADY? Argh. Quick! Somebody pay attention to all of the other things I do. No - not "Crazy Cat Lady." NO! Not "Weedy Yard Lady." NO no no no no. NOT "YARD SALE LADY!"

Okay. One more yard sale. Next month. For a client. And that's it!

From now on, I'd like to be known at "Art Lady," or "Design Lady" or maybe "Organize Lady" or even "Monkey Lady."

Thank you.

70 down, 930 to go.

Day 69 (Or: Some Advice)

69 down, 931 to go.

Day 68 (Or: A Lost Art)

HehehahhahahaaaaahahahahhHHHHHAAAAAAAAA! heeeHEEE!

That, if you can't ascertain for yourself, is a maniacal laugh, uttered while ringing my hands with joy, head thrown back and grinning like a mad woman.

I've got a bit of an obsession.  Okay, maybe I have several of them.  Maybe.  More than several.  But I digress (possibly because I'm obsessed with my obsessions)!  And I need to explain this Thing.

It's a hoot, really.

There's this t.v. show, you see.  It's called "Lost."  You may have heard of it.  It ran for a few seasons and then it ended.  ANDILOVEITSOMUCHICAN'TSTANDIT!

If "Lost" were a man, I'd marry him.  If he'd have me.  He'd probably be in a psychiatric ward, but I'd still marry him.  And I would have a constant, endless, remarkable and intriguing inspiration for the weirdest One Thousand Days ever.  That would be awesome.

I won't bother trying to describe "Lost."  There are already so many lovely reviews of the show, it's characters, it's quirks.  Google it.  And besides, you could probably fill an encyclopedia trying to explain it all...

Again, my obsession has diverted me from my aim, which is to inform you that you can now die a happy person, because THERE IS a god, and She in her infinite wisdom, has seen fit to direct some genius to come up with this:

YES!

So, today's Thing, (truly a good thing, considering the alternative) is that I will NOT read through each and every one of the 7,252 articles in the Lostpedia.  I will only read the one about the Polar Bears.  For now.  Tomorrow I'll read the rest of them.

HHHHhaaaaaaaaaahaheheheheeeeeeee!

68 down, 932 to go.

Day 67 (Or: The Windblown Look)

A couple of thoughts.

One:  Aviator helmet. With goggles.  And possibly a jaunty scarf.  This is how one should address wind gusts of 40-50 miles per hour as one is doing Day 66 Things (walking to work).

Two:  Shoes are important.  Especially shoes that don't slip around while you're walking doing Day 66 Things.

Three:  Friends who live halfway between home and productivity place (work), are simply fabulous.  Especially when it's windy, and there's tea to be drunk.

Day 67 of One Thousand Days, I scheme for further preparation for the walking endeavor (better shoes, weather accommodation, etc).  And recognize that if I'm going to bike, or take a bus (what a hoot!), I'll need to do some likewise preparation toward the facilitation of those activities as well.

67 Down, 933 to Go.