It's a Chore...
Well. Took out the trash. Took out the recyclables, scooped the kitty litter box...and am having a fire. Hil called and asked me what I was doing, and I said that I had started a fire. She asked if that was something she should be concerned about. Like I had started a fire in the middle of the floor, or perhaps on accident. But no, I just had one in the fireplace. There's something soothing about the smell of wood smoke when it's snowy and sleety outside.
Got some other chores done today too. I took down the Christmas lights that have been up since last year apparently. Not that I don't mind them, but, they were fairly sporadic in their lighty-ness, and they also were getting in the way of the gutter cleaning. Yeah...I'm feeling fairly domestic.
Tammy seems to think that sending a birthday card to the girl is worth chastisement...and perhaps it is. But, heh. It's my way of closure. I found my old 40 gig ipod, and it had all these photos of her on it, one she's looking in the mirror as she's waving...I saw it as the WTF Emo playlist was going in the background. Yeah...it was pretty amusing to me, because of the song. Goodbye to You by Michelle Branch. Yeah, cheesy songs. I have to break out the paper that I have all the songs that I had been listening to all through the past three years. I called it the Frozen Veggie List. And then download them all and make a new list to listen to. Chores.
I got the living room finally cleaned up, even if there are a lot of boxes of random stuff now, cables, cords, little knick knacks, and not a lot of it mine, so I can't really dispose of it as I normally would...I mean...candles? All the pens, loose sticks of gum...it's...strange going through the past three years of someone else's life. But at least it's...a way to make it through the days.
Now, I'm waiting for my hard drive for my 360 so I can play Fallout 3 and actually save a game...heh. It's a lot more realistic not having a save available, but dammit do I die a lot... It's a chore...yeah...
Chores.