I spent today cleaning up things. It began with the kitchen, dishes cause I also had to make my own breakfast and coffee this morning. After that I swept and then washed the floors. I forgot however to include the bedroom and bathroom in the washing part. But, I need to get a second scrub on it tomorrow so, no big deal.

I put away things, papers and the odd book. I stacked and packed things so there is some small hope I could make my life small enough to go unnoticed. Sometimes that actually is a challenge. I tend to be a paper packrat. I keep clippings and whole magazines even. I keep books too. It's so damned hard to let go of a good book. I think actually, though don't tell them, it would be easier to let go of a fairly good man than a really good book. If the man was really good he'd supply a me with a bookstore to just take what I wanted. Or, a credit card I never actually had to pay. Oh, those dreams about winning the lottery! sigh

Anyway, stepping back to some form of reality... I washed dishes again in the afternoon cause no one came by to offer to make me coffee and clean the cup after. Why don't people just come over and offer to wash your dishes for you? Wouldn't that be a nice friendly thing. If you have new neighbours try that one out on them. Bet they'd be surprised. I wonder if they'd think you were really great or just really scary. The world is so weird these days.

I moved my area rugs around. A different pattern for the runway since I only have one hall, the apartment is pretty much a hallway the size of a walk-in closet. I like it though. It makes you feel you could just sit in a chair with quiet (non-screechy) wheels and get to everything with just a swoosh of your chair. I could shoot myself from one end of the apartment to the other if I rigged up some kind of elastic slingshot effect. That would be kind of fun and interesting. Of course, aim would be important. Hitting the walls would not be very nice, I'm not a pinball. I doubt the landlord would go for the idea of me coating the walls with rubber to bounce off of. Spoilsport.

So, after washing floors and dishes and things the only thing left to polish off the day was a round of clothes washing. So I did. It was a day of much soap and watery things. The last load is done and it's just sitting there nagging at me to hang it all up before I am allowed to creep in under that pile of clean clothes to my snuggly bed. Clothes piles are mean and nasty things.

But I was thinking... how lovely it would be to have a male slave. Not for screwy, silly stuff like sex. Geez... who are we kidding, women can do that better without a man getting in the way. A man slave would start his day making your breakfast and coffee and then cleaning it all up. All you would have to do is smell it and eat it. By the time you arise it's all clean and put away. You'd never know the kitchen was even used that morning.

Then man slave would be allowed to shower and whatever, leaving the sparkling clean bathroom for me whenever I finally decide to get up.

Yes, you knew it was a fantasy as soon as I wrote about a man who leaves a bathroom sparkling clean. It may sparkle, but it's not clean.

So that was my kind of day. Cleaning up, coffee drinking and fluffing off with the computer. I did listen to a few CD's this morning while the male slave was being delivered. Yeah, yeah... a grrl can daydream. A grrl does daydream, I talked to the imaginary male slave while I worked today. But, that's ok, no one heard but me.

Thank you Leigh for the Thinking Blogger Award. She even likes my doofus drawings. :)

There are a few rules for those who win and pass along the Thinking Blogger Award.

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs which make you think.

2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.

3. Optional: Proudly display the Thinking Blogger Award.

Blogs that make me think (not specifying what they make me think about):

Happy and Blue2: Though he stopped publishing his blog (yet again) so I am linking to the Useless Men where his remains linger. Or where he can still be found, pick one. I miss his blog, his little animal stories and especially those family Christmas and renovations posts. He always made me think there was hope, that a real woman really could find a real man and not need to hide the body later.

Rainy Pete: What do you expect from a strange man wearing a red clown nose? His photos will make you laugh in spite of yourself or wish you could have been there to see the scene as he must have seen it. He's a guy who makes being a husband and Father and living in Hamilton look good. No small task, especially in the case of Steel Town.

Death By Children: I'm new to reading Christopher's blog. Another Dad, is that some kind of coincedence? He writes long posts with a lot of thought about the everyday things in life. There is humour but often some really interesting bit of truth and male insight.

Jann Arden: Yes, that Jann Arden. She's a Canadian songwriter, a sometimes fat grrl too and I like to play her CDs cause not many songs can really make me cry and then laugh in a really evil, wicked way. Her journal is really open and I bet she thinks she says too much too easily, cause I think the same about what I write.

Dave MacIntyre: Sometimes I skim, cause I am out of patience for poetry. But, even reading between the lines you catch something of the spirit here with the photos and the poetry. A lot of time and thought has gone into this blog.

I am away in Newmarket. Lots sort of going on out here. My Mom bought a house in Barrie on Friday/ Saturday. I have only seen it from the street so far. Kind of having a bad/ interesting day today. Soon we are leaving to talk to the siblings (mine), have spaghetti dinner and play canasta. More going on than I want to talk about even inside my own head. Family can really kill you, suck you dry and make you feel it's all your fault. I'm not on the sunny side of optimism right now. You couldn't guess though, right? :)

I think I will be back on my own computer at some point over the weekend. I have some of my tax refunds back and am already looking at the computer bundles for sale. I really want a bundle as I am looking forward to a new thin monitor rather than the big clunker hoarding my desk space now. August is the best time to get a deal but I don't know if I can hold out that long. Silly not to and yet, when you really are looking forward to something this much, it's hard to wait.

Leigh has tagged me as a thinking blogger. Thanks Leigh. I will pull together a list of five blogs too. Blogs that make you come back to see if what they wrote the first time was who they really are. I know which blogs make me laugh but they aren't the same as those which make me think. Though smart humour is the best of all kinds. Sometimes it's great to find a site that stirs around the much just lurking in your brain. I really like a blog that gives me ideas.

So that is how things are going, pretty much sideways. It is possible I will be moving as soon as June. Not a lot of time left for Toronto. I'd stay if I could find something that would pay rent, groceries and bus fare with a bit left over for spending on non-essentials to prevent cabin fever and insanity in general. Sometimes retail therapy is needed even though I scoff at being a shopping grrl. I shop for new bed linens, books and other good things. I need more of those things about as much as I need a huge zit on the end of my nose. (I just got rid of one).

On April 30th 2007, the Blogosphere will hold a One-Day Blog Silence in honor of the victims at Virginia Tech.