I swear, if things could be better for me, I’d be dreaming. Really. I’m not used to making permanent the positive things in my life, but perhaps today is a good day to start.

Tiffany called me last week to tell me she’d found someone who may want to rent the basement. Woo HOO! I’ve tried not to get too excited about it, because apparently the Prospective Boarder is hemming and hawwing. However, we finally set a time to meet, and I’m showing her the house at 9:30a tomorrow.

The only trouble with showing her the house is … well, showing her the house. As Tiffany can vouch, since I started my psychotic job, I’ve spent very little time on the house. This includes the little things, like cleaning. Dusting. Vacuuming. Etc. Tiff actually asked me if I’d gotten any better at housekeeping! I’m legendary.

I felt like I was up at dawn today. I cleaned in my usual fashion - Attention Deficit Disorder Order. Nothing holds my attention very long. In the bedroom I’ll find some clothes that need ironing, so I’ll take them downstairs and notice a box that needs to go out to the trash. Once outside, I’ll set the box down and see some cans of soda (mostly empty, but not quite) and I’ll take them to the kitchen sink. In the kitchen, I’ll rinse them out and put them in the recycling bag. As my dog walks over to see what’s going on, I notice it’s so quiet in the house that I hear his nails clicking on the floor, so I wander into the living room to turn on some Stone Temple Pilots. In the living room, … yeah.

I don’t think I’m going to tell her the number of spiders I found in the basement today. I was moving things I hadn’t moved in a year, and there they were, all comfy under bags and boxes. I do believe, however, that I’ll have the place exterminated early next week.

I’m also going to have to figure out a way to get the carpeting out of the bedroom in the basement before dawn. Bayliss determined at some point this winter that the bedroom was his own personal litterbox. It got quite piled up before I found it, as I never, ever go back there. No need. The carpet smells pretty gross at this point, and I can’t imagine anyone being jazzed about staying in a place that smells offensive when they first see it. So now I have to determine what is cheaper, tile or carpeting. Then there’s the little detail of installation - and soon. Damn.

But hey. This boarder is going to get me to Australia all the sooner. That’s the big goal. Big. Goal. December 26th to January 11th would be perfect. No one invests during the holidays. I mean, no one. No one gives a shit. I’ve found after working through two sets of Christmas holidays that it’s just not worth it.

(Aside: Unfortunately, if I flew over Thanksgiving it would cost $1200. If I fly on “Boxing Day” it’s $2100. It’s starting to give me pause.)

Whatever, whatever. Focus on the good stuff! Maybe the Prospective Boarder will like the place! Woo! It’s all good.

Good bigger than bad,

michelle