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Getting it done, part 12

I'm back from a fantastic trip to Bangladesh, where I witnessed the everyday life my friend has been living for the past year and a half.  I had the pleasure of celebrating Bengali new year with my friend and her family.  I visited the kids' school, went to church with my friend, met her coworkers, ate at the cafes and restaurants she likes to eat at, and so on....it was truly a vacation for me, being away from the responsibilities of taking care of my own family, and an adventure, since I do not speak Bangla.



Since my return, the things I have been getting done have mostly been mundane, and less craft-project oriented, although I intend to get back to the crafting/sewing/completing in earnest tomorrow.

But I have been getting the terribly boring-but-necessary tasks taken care of, slowly slowly slowly, over the past couple of days:
1. sorting through the Easter debris/treasure and re-locating it to a more functional location, i.e. putting the candy where we keep all other candy, band-aids where all other band-aids are kept, sequestering the empty plastic eggs, etc.
2. meal planning and grocery shopping
3. floor and rug care: sweeping, vacuuming, washing small mats, etc.
4. laundry: folding the 3 or 4 loads that sweet hubby washed before I returned; washing and folding the 3 or 4 loads I've washed since I returned....Sweet hubby mentioned that we could have a "folding party" after the kids are in bed tonight.  So that one should be crossed off the list (for the week!) tonight.  (Laundry....unless you go nude, it never really ends, does it?)
5. planting all the things: mums, left over from the fall, a new hydrangea....taking care of the hibiscus that seem to be volunteering from the remains of last summer's potted hibiscus....we'll see if they survive/thrive/bloom again, pulling all the weeds (oh, so many weeds!), admiring sweet hubby's work to set up an irrigation system for our two raised beds, new roses, and hanging petunias.
6. clearing off the radio table: next to the front door, it has become the dumping ground for all things: diaper bag, keys, papers from the kids schools, baby items, books, and on and on and on.  I have re-homed most of these items and the table is once again visible
7. sorting through the kitchen counter pile of papers: All of the kids papers get stashed in the same pile, along with papers that I think I might need to follow up on later.  I sorted through it and "relocated" some of their wonderful artwork (to the trash), got rid of papers that I no longer need to follow up on, and did the following up on a few papers that were still pending.
8. I took the "baby" to his 18 month well visit
9. I unpacked my suitcases, and they are very nearly put away.  My friend will be moving home from Bangladesh in June, so I packed up a bunch of her things in my suitcase, brought them home, and put them in a box to store until I see her again stateside.
10. I'm sure there is more.  There is always more, I just can't think of it at the moment.
And on the sort of crafty list:
11. The mending pile, again. I re-claimed a shirt for myself, that has a cross-over V neck that tended to gape open by sewing it shut, all the way down the wrap-around/flapping-open bit.  I mended the holes in Peanut's pants, re-hemmed her dress, and sewed up the side of a reusable shopping bag.
12. I dyed and then bleached a pair of shorts that had bleach spots on them.  Unfortunately, I didn't think to fully bleach the shorts before I dyed them -- so even though the color was really beautiful, the bleach spots were still apparent.  So now I've bleached them, a bit more evenly, and I'll try again to dye them. I wouldn't have worn them with the bleach spots, and the first dye was left-over tie dye from February....so up to this point, I still haven't gone out of pocket on them....Though I will purchase a new dye color to re-dye them.


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