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November 4th is “someday.”

I got the idea from a couple of fellow bloggers who asked if I ever thought about doing some trivial task “someday.” I have a long mental list, but not a written one, though I’m likely to start keeping one for whenever the next “someday” comes.

You know the list, right?

Someday, when I have time, I’m going to install the pull-out,
under-cabinet wire baskets I bought for the kitchen trashcan and the cookware.

Someday, when I have time, I’m going to repair the bathroom wallpaper that’s not glued down flat anymore and I’m going to put up the wallpaper border in the girls’ bathroom.

Someday, when I have time, I’m going to trim those shrubs in the wooded area of the back yard, and I’m going to remove some of the low-hanging limbs on the little oak near my office.

Someday, when I have time, I’m going to move the last of the excess inventory in the office to the supply closet and then go through those three big boxes of papers I’ve kept locked away for years.

Someday….

Most of my “someday” jobs are the really, really trivial ones around the house that don’t matter but pile up and tug at my attention, and I’d love to get them out of the way once and for all. They just sooooo far down the priority list that they’ll never get done at this rate.

So I’ve declared November 4th as “Someday,” the day I will work on all those silly, tiny, annoying little tasks I’ve put off until someday when I have time. And while I’m doing my someday list? I’ll listen to an audiobook or class that I’ve been putting off for someday, too.

I am both mourning and celebrating my bedroom. It’s said that when a woman divorces, the first room she redecorates is the bedroom because that is usually where the most intimate pain has occurred. I, however much I dislike being like anyone else, was no exception.

Three years ago, I got rid of the heavy and dark curtains with extra sheers and blinds that blocked out any hint of light and i replaced the bed cave with a light and airy sanctuary. I kept the furniture–my ex hadn’t wanted the bedroom suite, which was damaged–but I rearranged drastically. I made the room very special, adding sparkling touches of new and grounding it with some of my grandmother’s antiques.

I had big plans for this room. This room would be my safe place and my romantic retreat. But in three years, Read the rest of this entry »