Hi.

Old age is ruining me.

The lovely German girl who is coming to watch our pets, she is one of those who finds organizing to be therapeutic. She is OCD, did I say that right? Today I emailed her and said I hoped she didn't mind a little clutter and dust. She wrote back that she didn't mind at all and that I should leave her an organizing project to do, because that would be therapy for her, not work. This wonderful person needs to move in next door. I really need someone like her in my life.

She also promised I didn't need to worry about my frying pan walking off. She would guard the gates and supervise any coming and going activity and be sure my possessions did not escape under the radar. I'm not worried in the least, with her in charge. She's under 30 years of age and 1,000% capable and nice. And all she wants for all this is some German cheese and sausage.

Anyway, I feel better that maybe my house doesn't have to be perfect for her. I don't know, I'm so sick and tired of my slovenly little self. And I'll bet you are, too. Maybe I won't talk about it anymore. It's a disease.

Yesterday when I got my hair colored, I asked Celia if my hair was long enough for an updo. She busted up laughing. In short, my hair is not long enough for a do of any kind. But we might try a faux do. The owner of the salon (she used to do my hair, kind of embarrassing!) said I needed to come in and let them do my make up and hair (fake French twist or something) and then go get a picture taken. Well, she is right, and I hope they do the do.

I forgot what I was going to blog on tonight. So this is why you are getting mishmash. I did read about living in itty bitty houses and decluttering today. Oh, and what else is new?

Why can't I write about Quik Chik and 8 Layer Cake? 'Cause I'm too tired, that's why. Women over 50, PLEASE tell me there is HOPE!!!

KEM of the Konsumption P.S. My avocado was perfect tonight. Remember my blog on how I can't spell avacodo? That must have been a year ago, at least!