June 11, 2010

Procrastination is an artform

I am a skilled procrastinator. I have been perfecting this skill all my life. I have now got to train myself to pull my finger out, figuratively of course, and get on with the task at hand... CULLING.

It is so daunting I haven't even opened my shed doors, we have two mind you, to have a peek at what lies ahead. My Father in Law will be gracing us with his presence tomorrow morning and I know that he will want to go hammer and tong and rush us through so he can do a dump run. I however just want to take my time and enjoy the memories. I want to send more to the recycle then to the dump and I am so totally aware that we only have 5 weeks to rehouse the recycle and I would prefer to give it to people who want it and not just the local Op Shop.
I am really glad that my in laws are so willing to help us with our transition and I should just be glad that he will be giving up half his Saturday to make it easier for us.

Our drier died the other day and I am having an internal argument. To throw or not to throw. We got it off Ebay last year and we knew that if we got at least one year out of it we would be happy. It has been 11 months, ha. So now, do I pay the dude to fix it when it is about 15 years old, or do we just let it rust away at the dump, I know what DP would say. It had a happy life.

I have to add a picture because it always looks so unlively when I don't.
This is H1 (well actually 19months but it is so much easier to put 1. LOL) eating lunch the other day. Comfortable much?

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