Tuesdays have become one of my favorite days of the week. I have a couple of hours to myself after my last class and some time in the evening, too. Lately, on Tuesday evenings, I've been catching up on e-mail and blog reading. Tonight I'd really like to be doing some knitting.
What would I be knitting? Well, I'd knit some on my Central Park Hoodie, of course. But I'd really like to sit down and read my new sock book. Then I'd figure out if I can knit a pair of socks (footies, actually) by the end of October. If so, I'd consider jumping on the Socktoberfest bandwagon.
But, I can't sit down and knit because I've been playing Musical Rooms. Have you ever played this game? It's sort of like the childhood game called Musical Chairs. You know the game - there's one less chair than people and when the music stops, somebody is left out. The left out person is removed from the game. At the end of the game, one person is left standing and is declared the winner. (You know, really, what fun was that game anyway?)
Now Musical Rooms is a bit different because there is no winner. To play this game, you start with several bedrooms and lots of accumulated junk, which you store in the guest bedroom. When you get a visitor, you have to move your junk. Then when the visitor leaves, you can put it back. (Usually it's customary to grumble a bit about all the junk in this stage of the game.) To make it interesting, you repaint and clean one of the bedrooms, thus taking it out of the game. So the next time you have a visitor, there is one less room for storing the junk. This goes on and on until you are out of rooms (and/or space in general) and a visitor is coming the next day. Then "the winner" is stuck sorting through the junk in order to let the visitor in the guest bedroom doorway.
That's where I am right now. I have several boxes of E's old schoolwork, guitar stands, and boxes of old odds and ends like this. Really, it's hard to get in the room. And my mom is flying in tomorrow morning. So, I guess this "winner" had better get upstairs for some cleaning.
Update: Okay, I admit it. I gave in. I didn't sort through all the junk like I wanted to. There was just too, too much of it. (Why am I keeping Tickle Me Elmo? Will my daughter really want it for her kids? Will I really use all of those candles? I do have electricity in my house and only light candles once in a while. Am I teaching my daughter to be a packrat, too? Unfortunately, yes.) Instead, I threw boxes into my sewing room and master bedroom. I thought both were full, but I found a few spots for more.
I am now on a quest to get rid of the junk. Nothing bad is going to happen if I throw things away, right? Right.