Good Sunday evening. My hair is freshly colored, although that white is still fighting to get through in front. I guess once your hair loses its pigmentation, it’s not anxious to have it restored.;) Now if I can just get it cut sometime between now and the weekend before Christmas, since we have our family celebration in Birmingham Dec. 22 and I would like to look less like a sheep dog.
As I said on Twitter this afternoon, to quote Hannah in Little Women, “Housekeeping ain’t no joke.” I am so tired tonight.
This afternoon we worked on sorting through the stacks of stuff that have accumulated in this house, deciding what to keep, what to toss and what to possibly sell on eBay or give away. Far from done but we made good headway. The problem is both of us are packrats and neither of us loves housework, so–you get the picture. Breaking my tailbone 13 months ago didn’t help the situation.
Speaking of pictures, I finally had to walk away from the stack of albums I had prepared for my late mother as I pawed through a box. I do love going through old photos, and knew I would never get anything accomplished if I didn’t turn my attentions elsewhere.
Of course, I also love looking at Mr. Armitage and his chaRActers’ photos–old, new, doesn’t matter–and playing with those glorious images. Can you blame me?