Today is my "Implement" day.
Which started with a PLAN.
And Harry was ONBOARD. We were supposed to "clean up the clutter" (which of course meant his shite :)
I started the day with lots of coffee and getting set for our away gig on the morrow. A pirates gig, which has costuming, backdrop, and sound system.
Harry started this day with a wake up call and the man DID spring into action....
albeit a bit lethargically...
and he did start working more enthusiastically on the office on threat of me becoming celibate.
All I had to do to entice him was to show him "the girls".
(a morning ritual here at Squirrel Haven :)
After I packed up the costuming, backdrop, props....
I offered to help him sort out some of the piles that make up our shared office.
My desk is way more organized than his....
Personally, call me crazy...
but I think that his office chair should be utilized as a chair and not a shelving unit...
and for him to work at his desk (with his 2, count 'em, 2 computers)
and for him to get the fuck off my desk (which is uncluttered)
and ...
like that.
Yah, that's me being the "non-directive" type worker...
So, now....it is the evening.
Actually it is NIGHT.
Here is what has transpired this day.
I helped him.
We roused the evil monster that is Harry's office clutter.
It swarmed.
It got bigger before we started firing bullets into it's complicated hide.
making more piles:
Invoices for him,
Invoices TO him,
manuals,
receipts,
gear,
media,
JUNK....(*my favorite pile :)
At one point...when the swearing sailor in me got to be too much...I actually started filking words to a song on the radio to show my displeasure...
I ran off...(read: I ran away!)
did my errands...spent a shit load of money on groceries for our upcoming party on this coming Sunday.
and for Thanksgiving...
And den?
I read.
I took a hot bubble bath.
I went to a seminar in Geneva for a memoirs writing program. Sonja Livingston who wrote "Ghostbread" gave some great tips this ee'en....and I spoke with her about my writing :)
She was very encouraging!
BUT
It should be awesome.
We are leaving early. To be pirates. Far, far away.
I am now watching "Julie & Julia" about a lass who is undaunted and blogs daily on a dream.
How art imitates life, eh?
BUT
I did a good job today.
I helped.
I worked.
I implemented.
I listened to a woman who, like me, documented her life story.
She IS.
I AM.
As are YOU.
So...
fucking DO it anyway!
regardless if others don't like it...
think you are crazy...
even you think you are crazy....
ENJOY the PROCESS!
IMPLEMENT.
And as Julia Child would say:
"Bon Appetit!"
