269/364/2015 Opened Things Up A Bit


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

253/364/2015 “Doing the Wash”


227/364/2015 The Calm Before the Storm


I’m expecting the kids in less than an hour.

This entry was posted on August 16, 2015, in cass cleans.

222/364/2015 That’s More Better

They can put their own clothes away.


This entry was posted on August 11, 2015, in cass cleans.

193/364/2015 We’ll Start Here


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.

192/364/2015 I Need to Sort More Stuff


I’ll start on this tomorrow. 

This entry was posted on July 12, 2015, in cass cleans.

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.




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.


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


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.