Saturday, September 4, 2010

Ground Zero Weekend

This weekend, we are doing everything on our to-do list.  Like....everything.  There are things that are dusty and rotting away on my Master List, because I've completely procrastinated on certain things.  Like returning the cable box to Cox after...oh...6 months. 

We're getting our life down to Ground Zero.  Mainly, because this is the last weekend before Christmas where we have nothing scheduled on Saturday and Sunday.  No joke.  Labor Day plans don't count, I figure, since it's extra.

One of them?  Renewing my passport.  I need it before December, so they'll let me into Mexico.  And if I weren't so concerned about losing my old passport in the mail, I could have renewed by mail. But I would have a laborious grieving process if anything happened to my expired-passport (all those pretty stamps!  And the sticker from Turkey!), so I stood in the loooong line at the passport office today. 

Yes, it was long and boring and complicated.  But thankfully, she did not send me home to get a missing form.  When that red-stamp came down approving my application, I was in shock.  I couldn't believe I didn't have to come back. That tends to happen to me with bureaucrative tasks, with is why I have PTSD everytime I have to do one. 

We dropped off Steve's weights at the Seton boys' shelter, which ended up being a shining moment of my day.  For several reasons.  For one, that tub of heavy weights was out of my bedroom.  He uses the gym, so we didn't need the weights.  Secondly, I was really impressed by seeing the actual home where the Seton boys live.  I'd only been to the Main Office before...not the living, breathing boys whom they help.  They had great smiles and kind spirits, and I was happy they were getting Steve's weight set.  Thirdly, I saw that someone had donated a really nice pool table to them. This seemed like a lovely thing for someone to have done. When I grow up, I want to donate a pool table to homeless teenagers. 

We washed every last dish, which is a feat when you have no dishwasher for the time-being (broken) and you cook from scratch most meals.  That was actually so triumphant that it deserves more discussion, but really...what more can be said about dish-washing?

I dumped more stuff at Goodwill.  I packed a few boxes for our upcoming move.  Yes, we are moving out of the Tuna Can Temporary Place.  In some ways, I'll miss it.  But I would like a working dishwasher again, which trumps any sadness about leaving. And it will be nice to share more than 500 square feet with my family of 5. ;)  Good thing we like each other.

And more stuff...but those were the highlights.

Productivity feels really, really good.

In the words of Margaret Thatcher, since she's more eloquent than I am: "Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It’s not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it’s when you’ve had everything to do, and you’ve done it"