I love my kitchen. I have two large skylights and lots of windows. I usually don’t need to turn a light on until after dinner. I love my kitchen. I have tons of counter space. I should never be in want of a place to work. But I am. Constantly. Because it’s way too easy to collect things. I can’t seem to get a handle on the mail. And Caleb has come to call the largest section of our kitchen counter “The messy counter”.
As in “I lost my homework on the messy counter.” or “I can’t find (enter any imaginable thing a 6yo boy might lose) ’cause it’s on the messy counter!”
Anyway, my next project is to make a mail organizer that hangs on the wall. It’ll be about 4 feet long and 10″ wide. We went to Home Depot to pick up the tubing and I have the fabric picked out and the pattern drafted.
I really should be further along than that though. And I would be, had I not just spent the last hour reading through my blog archives. I really enjoyed being reminded of what life used to be like. It’s funny how when you do the same thing so many times, it’s difficult to remember anything different.
And so I’m going to try to keep up with what’s going on in my life. For me. Because if I find my 2008 self helpful, my future self will find my current self helpful. Although I did think to myself that I occasionally sounded intelligent back then and I suspect that I’ve lost quite a lot of brain cells over the past couple of years. When Caleb asked me at dinner when I would be 100 and what was I going to do then, I said I would be a 100 in 76 years and I was going to take a nap. I am not 24. And girl, my brain ain’t what it used to be.