Cleaning House

I started cleaning off my bookshelves this evening.

This is an unprecedented event. I'm a bit of a book hoarder. But it is time to face up to the fact that I'm never actually going to get around to reading Uncle Tom's Cabin in its entirety. And I'm just not going to revisit He's Just Not That Into You. (All I needed from that one was to read the chapter titles anyway.) Two sets of The Chronicles of Narnia? Not necessary. Anything that my uncle ever gave me that I didn't request specifically? Sweet but superfluous. Goodbye Max Lucado, Anne Rice, Dorian Gray, and a couple of children's books that I picked up in my thrift store travels that turn out to be pretty creepy.

I need to hire one of those life coaches or personal assistants or someone who can come to my increasingly piled-upon apartment/shoebox and help me simplify and declutter and get ready for a move. I can't really afford that right now, so I'm gonna make Sofie come help me instead.

She owes me, because last night I took her to the Joffrey Ballet for her birthday to see their production of Cinderella. It was fantastic. I kept getting confused yesterday and telling people that I was taking her to the opera. I've never seen either of those types of performances before (no, Hofia, Phantom of the Opera does not count), so I was excited either way. It was magnificent, and she had a great birthday, people making her feel special all day.

I'm really elated right now because Evan Lysacek just won the men's figure skating gold medal in Vancouver. I've got a mad crush.

There's other news. I know where I'm being transferred to when my bank branch closes in three weeks. I've applied to two graduate school programs, thinking about going for a third. I've found a wonderful new place to hang out. Oh, and I got a new rug. I love rugs.

Currently:

Just kind of enjoying life