Reduce reuse recycle

Disposable dinnerware scarce. I've been using the same paper cup and plastic tray for the entire day. So sad.

Unprecedented record rainstorms in Southern California this winter. Completely putting a monkey wrench in all constuction around here. I'm not the only one suffering. We're all in the same boat so to speak. More like Noah's ark with the rains we've been getting. I'm tired of it. Now it's personal. Rain let up an hour or so for me to do some weeding in the backyard. Thing is, I was pulling weeds that have grown only in the past week. Most of these weeds did not exist last week. Sigh. But any dirty fingernails this weekend is better than no dirty fingernails. And I did get to turn and fluff up the compost. Cold weather slowing down the decomposition, but I like fluffing up decaying vegetation. And weeds add nutrition to the new compost pile.

Sorting and shredding files. Even with my pared down existence, I'm still able to find things to throw out. Feels kinda good to do some "cleansing" of some old paperwork. Unclog the paper plaque that fills the arteries of my life. Anything to procrastinate doing my taxes. I even ironed.

The episode of The Simpsons where Marge does an insane remodel of her kitchen was on again tonight. The cost of her new kitchen was a punchline. I didn't find it funny, because my kitchen is going to cost more.


Ah.... an installed toilet. But mine is still in a box in the middle of the living room. But that's what it would look like without the cardboard shroud.


The past. One of the reasons why I loved this house in the first place. Peaceful, relaxing, private, and inviting. I must remember this when I see the scaffolding, sawdust, mud, and debris.


And the openess in my bedroom is very much a luxury when I don't cram my entire existence into a single room. It will be spacious again. It must. Though I have to admit, I do enjoy having a sofa upstairs. Mayhaps I will look for an danish modern sofa at a vintage furniture store. Small in scale, with thin sexy legs.


I miss having "stuff" in my living room again. I miss my house. There is a toilet in a box where the dining table once was. Poop.