Fearless Warrior projects
Monday, September 19, 2011
I did get some major cleaning done this weekend. It was my bedroom, which was starting to look like a frat house. It's become my dumping ground since my mom died and I had to start bringing stuff home. I have boxes of old photos to go through, one set of china, two sets of silverware (she was quite the entertainer...hmmm guess that's why I do parties for a living). There are also some paintings that I liked plus books I'm reading, lots of half-consumed bottles of my beverage of choice (Diet Lipton Green Tea- YUM!) Newspapers all over the floor on one side of the bed where I read before night-night. I finally picked up every stray item off the floor, recycled the paper, dusted everything, vaccumed and stacked up all the books and magazines. I need to donate the magazines still, but it looks so much better and it makes me feel better when my room is tidy and welcoming. The chaos was really getting to me.
My teenager is no longer a teenager- she is now 20 years old! She came home to have a party with her friends which means cleaning before and after. I got a head start on the cleanup while her guests were still there-hint- go home! Since it was a pool party I picked up the wet towels that were decorating the floor- even found a wet beach towel on the stairs! Good thing I got to all of it before it got all moldy in the morning. It's humid enough already. We don't need a head start on the mold. Since I knew people were going to be enjoying my back yard I had to do some warrior cleaning in the yard too. I pulled out almost all the Zinnias since most of the flowers were brown. I left one small area where there were still a few blooms and was rewarded with a Gulf Frittary (sic) butterfly. At least it wasn't blazing hot while I was out there so I pulled some weeds too. It rained some this weekend and there's supposed to be more coming but I'll wait and see before I go buying any more plants. It's getting expensive planting stuff and watching it freeze to death in the winter and die of drought in the summer. This is Houston, where it's not supposed to get that cold and we used to have plenty of rain. Of course when I get a green thumb all hell breaks loose.
I did my usual Zumba class and even did some extra dumbell work on Sunday. In October I'll be kicking it up about five notches!