On procrastination

So here's the deal. Today I'm supposed to be organising the Staff Christmas Party.  It's here on Friday night.  That's two days away.  Yep. The thing is, that the forecast is for rain, which means that instead of a relatively simple but magical evening around the firepit in the garden, the party will need to be inside.  In the kitchen.   Which we haven't had repaired after the floods, and is consequently no place for guests.  And so it's all getting too hard, which is why I'm procrastinating and talking to you.  Hey, I know people will be understanding, they're a really great bunch of wonderful folk, but what'll I do for chairs?  Where will people eat?  Where will the kids play?  What will they eat if I can't BBQ?  My oven doesn't have a thermostat, remember.  Can I send hubby outside with an umbrella?  Can I use disposable plates since I don't have a dishwasher?  It doesn't bear thinking about really, so let's not.  It's driving me to drink.

In other news, Christmas is coming.  You'll notice that I've been very restrained, with only a few oblique festive references all month.  No Basket of Delights sidebar; no reviews of favourite Christmas books; no What we Believe and Why post.  Finally I've learned, you see.  My blog is a far happier place when I don't write about contentious issues, and Christmas is probably the most controversial issue of all.  Out of sight is out of mind.

We have settled into a nice holiday routine.  Every day we do a little bit of reading, a little bit of baking, a little bit of gardening, a little bit of something crafty.  Each afternoon I've been able to spend time at work doing what I'm paid to do.  I've also been planning AO6 and getting excited over book deliveries.  Jemimah's been spending extended periods outside and doing lots of swimming.  She is fit and happy.  The music has been playing in the background and we have nice scented candles burning.  Our days have been full, and I don't know how we usually fit in school as well.  Life is good.



In between all the nice stuff I've been doing a bit of annual spring cleaning. Ironing, making sense of Jemimah's wardrobe, storing away last year's school work (we don't keep much, but I like to keep a few examples of what she's been doing, shelving books. The latter is far more fun than the other three. Wanna see?

In the back of my mind is the fact that when we repaint and carpet we'll need to pack away all of these books, but that doesn't bear considering, so I'm not going to think about that right now either. 

The Queen of Procrastination.  That's what I am.

Besides, maybe it won't rain.  I'm also the Queen of Optimistic Outlooks.