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193/364/2015 We’ll Start Here

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First things first: dentist this morning for a cleaning and my mouth hurts. I’m seeing tylenol and a nap in my near future.

So, yesterday I showed you a mountain of stuff I pulled out of the baby girls’ closet. This morning after the dentist I sorted it. For better or worse, it was primarily scrapping supplies, things I need to scrap, and papers I need to sort and create a filing system for. I guess that means it is time to (finally) move into the crafty portion of the summer. I still need to clean the girls’ room thoroughly, but there is no real urgency on that, as I have more than a month to get it done. An hour a day (or more realistically, the amount of time it takes to wash and dry one load of laundry) will see me done in plenty of time.

Wow. Pause a moment here. Let that sink in. This goal setting thing really worked. No, I mean it REALLY worked. I made a list of what I needed to accomplish, I worked on it every day I was home, and I rewarded myself with cool toys along the way. Boys and girls, I think we have a system here.

Now, if you will excuse me, my living room has a few bins in it, and I am the only one who knows the stories they contain. It’s time to start writing them down.

174/364/2015 On Dining Rooms, Crafts, and NOT Being Politically Correct

Last Thursday night, before the kids even left, I started tearing out my dining room. I worked on it Friday, spent Saturday, Sunday, and Monday elsewhere, then spent yesterday with the cousins and then in class. I was exhausted and hit the sheets before 9pm. This morning, I finished in here. As in, it’s done except for steam cleaning the carpet. I am well pleased.

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And this afternoon, because the whole goal of the open shelving was to see what I have so I can use it, and because this one puzzle hangs two inches over it’s assigned space…. I’m going to put it together on my cleared table.

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Also, in case you see this post and we aren’t Facebook friends…you need to read what I wrote there this morning:

Anger is a tertiary emotion. One of the elements is usually fear, which is a response to a threat of some kind. Now, if we as white society have learned to fear the “angry black man,” maybe we need to ask why he’s angry. What of his have we threatened? His life through race related crime? His pride through systemic discrimination? His family by rigging the economic system in such a way that he cannot earn enough money to support his children except by turning to crime?

I think somehow, we’ve become convinced that being politically correct means we don’t talk about race in “polite circles.” “Politically correct” has become a way for white people to pretend that race and sexuality and all those other differences among us don’t matter. We can pretend not-white is equal to white male heterosexual. Clearly it is not.

I’ve been challenged this week, as I have been challenged multiple times over my academic career. “What are you going to do about it?” And I think my answer is that I am done being politically correct if it means couching my opinions in language that ignores the effect of race on what I have to say.
I think, also, that I will remind myself and my white friends that while we may rant about the racial, sexual, and whatever else kind of violence happens in this country, we sit in a place of relative safety. Especially the heterosexual males among us.

Maybe, just possibly, people who are darker than us and people who are not male or not heterosexual aren’t overly sensitive and looking for discrimination where it doesn’t exist. Maybe it’s really there, everywhere, and we in our whiteness don’t see it because we perpetuate it with our own willful ignorance. We should probably be ashamed of that.

125/364/2015 Book Day

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Cousin and I finished organizing my book shelves today.  It would take too many pictures to show you all of those, but here’s a shot of what’s going out of here tonight!

This entry was posted on May 6, 2015, in cass cleans.

118/364/2015 What I Did in Not School Today

Was to finish sorting my craft and hobby library, which I started yesterday. I went from this

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To this

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I only regret not having a true before pic,  because that top shelf was full Monday night.

I plan to start the cookbooks tomorrow.

Also,  I really need to make a drop at The Bookthing.

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58/365/2015 I’m All About That Space, ‘Bout That Space, No Trouble

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So, I woke up in here this morning. It was glorious. I felt alert and refreshed and excited for the day for the first time in weeks. I’m not sure when the energy in my room got all jammed up and went awry, but it’s fixed now. As soon as I got the items for the meditation area in the room, with mounds of stuff still piled on the bed, and not even put together yet, I felt the shift, and knew I was headed in the right direction. There’s even enough floor space for yoga and planks and such as this. Nope, I didn’t plan that, it just happened. Most of my complaints from yesterday were addressed by this re-arranging effort. Sometimes the Universe answers swiftly.

I had been considering a new, bigger bed, but I won’t be doing that now, because there is no room for it. Instead, I will treat myself to a yoga mat ($5 at Five Below) and a new bedspread/comforter and dust ruffle. Not sure how much that will cost, and I don’t really care. I’m saving about $1200 by not getting the bed. Actually more, because I would have needed all new bed-clothes, too.

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get on that homework.

This entry was posted on February 27, 2015, in cass cleans.

24/365/2015 Ahhh, that’s better!

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And it’s only needed doing since I moved in here! I’m pleased with today’s effort, but a little confused about where I stashed the wicker basket that had all my hair sticks in it. I’m sure it’s here somewhere, right?

I noticed on the Timehop App that today in 2014 I printed off the essay Self-Reliance because a friend told me it had a profound effect on him. I plan on reading it this evening, finally. *tongue in cheek* Given subsequent events, it’s apparently a really instructive read. *snort* Sometimes I slay me. *mock serious face* Smartassery will be the death of me yet.

I got a notice in the mail today that my youngest child owes the library 60something bucks. Apparently it was an error to let them all get their own cards. I didn’t think we were that organized. I’m sure it’s for books that we forgot to turn in and that the books are still here. But yikes!

Okay, I have sat here for a bit and thought about the day. I got nothing else that I want to share with John Q. Public, so I guess it’s time to shut up. On to the reading and knitting section of my day.

This entry was posted on January 24, 2015, in cass cleans.

We still live here

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But it’s clean (enough) and organized.