Sunny city

Bright light flooding the rat's nest, heating up the solar panels, drying the laundry. I don't think I could ever leave the Mediterranean. There are thousands of problems here, but yesterday was February 24th and I took a walk in a huge, green-filled park in a long-sleeved T-shirt and almost wished I could take that off at some point. I would not be able to stand my life right now if the weather were bad. I really needed this break.

Going bald for the fifth time made me go wig shopping the other day. The prices are not to be believed. It looks natural but man, oh, man. If anybody was thinking twice about donating hair to one of those wig charities for cancer patients, please don't (think twice, that is). My insurance covered more than half of mine, and it's a pretty nice one, but there were some for sale that looked fake and crappy for well over what insurance covered. And I'm sure there are plenty of insurance companies in the States that don't cover a wig, or maybe give you like fifty bucks or something.

When you are basically a lady of leisure, with specialists telling you to stay home, you have lots of time to do house work. The rat's nest has never been so clean and tidy and organized. A couple of IKEA runs for new bookshelves and other storage stuff helped, as does the fabulous new bathroom which makes such a big difference. It'll be nice when it has a door, too. Still waiting for the guy to measure for it! Then it'll be twenty days or so to get it installed. Anyway, my mild OCD is in danger of going into overdrive, with laundry and dishes pleading to get done as soon as something gets used/worn. Today I cleaned the freezer (Q-tips and bleach, like the fridge!). For the first time in years, there is nothing mysterious or elderly in the freezer. Some day I have to go through the tons of CDs/DVDs I don't listen to or watch and maybe put them in one of those albums if I'm not going to throw them out.

Part of my reason for getting ultra organized is that I know if I die, no one in my family will be able to deal with all my crap. It will rot in the rat's nest. At least if it's in categories, it can be given away or tossed. If it has to be sorted, it will rot here, believe me. And I'm the least sentimental person I know, so obviously I should unsentimentally deal with my material baggage. Bonus: I get more room, get rid of stuff, know where everything is, etc, etc. Also, it keeps me busy.

Off I go to meet with my boss to see what the hey-ho I'm gonna do about going back to work part time. I'll let you know. (Did you really get this far and read this whole post? Well done!)