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Entries for various contests and challenges, as well as buffoonery and poppycock. |
| This is a place for me to write entries for contests and challenges, as well as general items of nonsensical contents. Although most of these items are short and condensed, they may one day become something more. |
| Today I cringed as she uttered those six dreaded words. It was a nice day today, nicer than predicted by the weather person in Grand Forks. I was expecting frigid temperatures and made plans to work on my office. I started this project a few days ago, or maybe it was a week ago, I don't remember. But, after a strong start, I peteredout. This was partly because of a lot going on. I had other tasks to complete after my strong start and before driving to our oldests for a visit. The day after that visit, we had company coming to our home. After driving down to our boy's and then home late that night, we were up early to prepare for our company that stayed late into the evening. Monday, therefore, was a dedicated day of rest and recuperation. On Tuesday, we decided to do some shopping before the arctic temps and snow arrived. Today, I decided I needed to get back to work on my office. I contemplated why I was having little motivation to complete this job. I wanted to have my office organized and cleaned up for a place to write, which should be motivation enough. Instead of digging in, I found myself contemplating this lack of motivation, and then I had an epiphany! I wasn't motivated because I didn't feel comfortable in my office; it just wasn't right. I didn't just need to organize and clean it up; I needed to rearrange my office. I thought a bit about where I wanted my desk, and how to arrange the rest of the furniture to work with my idea. Since my office is small, I needed to plan carefully. I also needed to get a tape measure to make sure everything would fit where I wanted it. I was just heading back to my office when she stopped me and spoke the six dreaded words I mentioned earlier, "I want to rearrange the livingroom." "What are your thoughts on rearranging?" I asked my wife. She smiled and proceeded to tell me how she wanted to move our recliners, the couch, and the loveseat. She was excited, and I knew there was little I could do. But I had to try to point out how moving the furniture as she wanted wouldn't work out very well. She thought for a few minutes and agreed. I thought the rearrangement of the living room had ended as quickly as it started. I was wrong. She quickly recovered and pointed out new homes for our livingroom furniture. This time, I couldn't think of any reason why her plans wouldn't work. The rest of the afternoon was spent moving furniture here and there. After the livingroom was put back together, I was able to move my office furniture around with her help. I'm happy with the arrangement of both rooms. The livingroom is completed, but my office is a disaster. The furniture was moved, but in the process, everything got dumped on my desk. I should be in there putting things away, arranging them how I want them. But now I'm tired and am sitting in my recliner, writing this. "Tomorrow!" That's what I'm telling myself: "Tomorrow I'll clean everything off my desk and find places for it all." A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group"  "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
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And the Jackie Gleason Show. I was pretty young, but my dad always watched it. And the Flintstones, Woody Woodpecker, and Yogi Bear. 
