Many are joyfully saying we have less than half a dozen classes left.  For me, this isn’t necessarily a comforting thought, because it means final projects are looming ever closer, as is Birthday season and Christmas, none of which I feel adequately prepared for.

While my body is doing much better, it seems that in trade, I’ve lost my mind.   Hundreds of dollars and hours spent over all these years to get an organized proactive system of life management, and I’m still losing track of things.  (kinda like the exercise videos – I can sit & watch ’em all day, b’dump-bump)

Soon I’ll be headed out to a Deaf event, and that’ll pretty much finish out my night, with the uncooked turkey breast still in the refrigerator (I’m all about the turkey sandwiches, and a little anxious, so I’m making leftovers early this year), the dishes still in the sink, and the pile of projects only slightly more dented than they were.

I look back on earlier days, and it seems I had things so much more together then, or maybe I was just more boring…  Monday nights were for going through the weekly coupons with a pair of scissors, Tuesday nights were for going to the grocery, sometimes on foot, to redeem the coupons & stuff the cupboards with Buy-One-Get-One cereal boxes, Wednesday nights were for church, etc…  Bulk chicken & veggies were bought, split, and repackaged on Saturdays so they could be thawed out during the day, one serving at a time, and cooked up in one pan at night.  The sink was rarely full.  Fall Saturdays would include preparing large pots of soup & sauces, then freezing them in individual servings for lunches – a frozen bag of chili taken from the freezer in the morning would be perfectly thawed out for cooking in the microwave 3 minutes or less at lunch time.  What a wife I would have made.  Now, I almost pity the man who might be my husband, but only almost.