I'm not finished unpacking yet. Surprised? I hope not. It's a complex puzzle game of rearranging pieces so that everything fits into the perfect place, at which point all the boxes magically disappear. I'm further along, surely, but not there yet.
In the meantime, I've been watching the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series on Netflix (have never seen it the whole way through. I <3 Giles!)... and am contemplating just what I would like to focus on myself for the next phase of my life. Art and writing are mostly in a holding pattern right now, what with the boxes everywhere and the guilt complex hanging over my head that says if I have too much fun I must not have done enough unpacking today. I would like to get back to these two things relatively soon.
I've been reading a couple of very intriguing feminist blogs and have come across some books I want to add to my stack. "Virgin: The untouched history" and "The Purity Myth" are both on my list to read now. I'm going to get through Frankenstein first. I haven't actually read any more of it since I last posted about it, either. Just goes to show you that my priorities are all out of whack. I need to carve out some time to do each of these things that I want to do or I'll end up doing nothing and being very depressed about it.
I built Bangs a cat condo the other day... and have one more to assemble upstairs as soon as I move the wardrobe boxes out of that room.
We finally hung curtains in the living room. I like them... spring green...
Finally, when making my breakfast the other morning I failed to adequately check the pantry before I shut the door.