This entry was typed this morning at my closet/office at the Joseph S. Yenni building, but not entered here at BZP because internet access is heavily restricted.

Okay, got a weekend schedule sorted out with Amanda.

She'll get here Friday afternoon, and head home, through Covington, Tuesday morning. (Covington, to interview for a job). This is after she tests for the TSA at the airport Monday, at 1 PM.

Which leaves me with the daunting task of finding stuff to do Saturday evening/Sunday afternoon/Monday evening. (Friday night & Saturday morning are softball, Saturday noon is a makeshift barbecue, and Sunday morning/evening are church. Not to mention that I have to go to work Monday....)

I initially considered this last night, and came up with the following statement: I do way too much 'existing' and not enough 'living.'

Seriously. I just come home after work and mess around on the computer or watch TV all night. While the computer is a great distraction, it's just a distraction. I need to get outside for more than just softball.

Who knows...that might just work itself out anyway.

In a similar vein, I've undertaken the daunting task of cleaning up my apartment in front of her arrival. Like I mentioned, the computer is a great distraction, and general cleanliness is left to be desired. No, there's not garbage all over the place, but I do have trouble putting/filing/shredding away paperwork, and there are some boxes I've yet to go through.

Heh, there was even a softbag that I evacuated with almost 2 years ago that needed going through. (Windy & Smeag, the infinitive "to go through" is a single, compound verb in the southern dialect: don't jump on me for ending with a preposition there. )

Is the place immaculate? Not even. But I do have more carpetspace in the front room (room for an air mattress)

It's symbolic, in a way. I'm giving up my trash for someone else's benefit. Gosh, why did it take so long for that to happen?

-KIE