1. Realized that January is getting away quickly and that I hadn’t yet posted to the blog in 2013. Happy New Year, everyone!
2. All but decided that I am going to have to resort to the cortisone shots if I am ever going to get full use of my arm back. Hoping that a few days of bad will lead to a long-term good outcome. (My arm is better but it’s been almost four months. Babying your dominant arms gets old!)
3. Got Pearl washed … finally! Poor thing. She was a very dirty girl.
4. Watched lots of inaugural coverage – but managed to miss the actual swearing in and Obama’s speech.
5. Spent my first workday of 2013 with Lawrence! We replaced the bathroom exhaust fan, got through a few minor plumbing and electrical jobs and secured the awning over the backdoor. (Between a hardware store run and working outside for a bit, I missed the inauguration.)
7. Played trivia with friends. Our high school hosts an annual event and my circle from high school has reserved a table for 8 for several years now. While a few were not able to join us due to illness and other plans, we managed to fill all the spots. And, not only did we not have to worry about coming home in disguises (the scourge of the losing team), we scored 92/100! That’s a record for our group and put us within a few points of third place. Very respectable indeed.
8. Talked through a plan with the mother to consolidate and rearrange several things in the house. I’m not sure about some of it but when she starts using words like “pitch” and “storage,” I’m willing to give it a shot. (Stay tuned.)
9. Learned how to post a photo on Facebook using my phone. (I got a new phone over the holidays. Not an iPhone. Not an Android. So, while its functions are a bit limited compared to either of those, it’s light years ahead of the phone I had.)
10. Got an introduction to “Here Comes Honey Boo-Boo.” The mother is 32. The eldest child is 17 and just had a baby. The house is like an episode featuring one of the rundown properties the “Property Brothers” tries to get a client to buy meets an episode of “Hoarders: Buried Alive.” Let’s just say I spent 45 minutes of my life that I can’t get back watching people I could just as easily have seen during a trip to Walmart. Lesson learned.