I'm wearing the posting FAILHAT again, I know. Considering that it was a semi-nonbaseball week for me with our boys out west, I did manage to do most everything on my list except post here! So, in no particular order, here is an update:
This week at work I clunked my head on the underside of a counter while getting a couple of reams of copier paper to use in the printer in my work area. Ooohh, that smarted BAD. I probably would have ignored it had I not quickly developed a headache (not horrible, just nagging) in a different part of my head. Thinking of the Natasha Richardson tragedy that occurred awhile back, I called downstairs and got worked in with one of the docs, who checked me out and found me to be in good working order. He said the oddly placed headache was simply irritation from the blow to my head and just told me to keep an eye on it. Unfortunately, due to having an accident at work I was required to fill out an incident report to send to the Risk Management department. I felt totally intimidated by this, because if there's one thing I've learned by being in the workforce for 25+ years, it's that Human Resources is NOT your friend. Fortunately, they were very understanding and there have been no repercussions. As for the headache, within a few hours it was like it never even happened, for which I was grateful.
I put my evenings to relatively good use all week in the absence of normally timed baseball...the usual housework, and I ordered baseball shirts for myself (Bay, Papi, Pujols) and birthday presents for my sister and brother-in-law (who both have birthdays this coming Thursday), and I'm even reading a novel for the first time in who knows how long. My attention span has become laughably short as a result of living on the Internet, but I'm persevering and so far am enjoying the read. It's Appalachian fiction. The Songcatcher, no relation to the movie, by Sharyn McCrumb. It's set in eastern Tennessee but the plot spills over the state line into North Carolina (so basically very near to me, but further back in the mountains). It takes place in both the modern era and several generations back and has partly to do with the traditional music that has been handed down since the pioneers arrived in these parts in the 1700s.
On the decluttering front, I slacked off a bit this week until today, when I cleared a couple of square YARDS (not feet!) of space by giving the heave-ho to several stacks of old magazines that had been sitting under my bedroom bureau gathering dust (literally, cough-cough) for several years. Those, combined with some papers that were already in my recycling boxes, added up to three boxes ready to take to the recycling center tomorrow after work. Yesterday I took two large bags of castoff clothes to Goodwill and, while I was at it, had a fun chat with the guy on the intake dock (he was a Yankees fan but was very conversant in baseball in general). All in all, a reasonable amount of clearing out for one week. With the Sox having an off day tomorrow, I already have my eye on the next section of the kitchen counter.
On tap for this coming week: The support groups I've been threatening to go to for awhile now. I'm looking forward to that.
That's it from here. I'm sure y'all are relieved that I'm finally shutting up! ;D