Willa's Journal



Tuesday, November 23, 1999: Unique

Yesterday (Monday) was errand running day--to Bob's office to pick up a couple of commission checks that had come in while we were away, to the post office to pick up the mail that had been held, to the bank to deposit the checks, plus a few other little ones that were in the mail, to the bookstore to see if I could replace the Sarasota road map that we (or I, rather) inadvertently left in the rental car (no such luck), then home to start laundry.

Today has been more laundry, mail sorting, bill paying, unpacking, putting away, list making, thinking about starting to get ready for the holidays. And thinking, again, about looking for a job . . .

Coming back from vacation is almost as overwhelming as getting ready to go. In a different way, of course--less panic to have everything finished at once, but I want to have everything finished at once. I hate having the suitcases lie in the hall full of dirty clothes. I want everything washed and put away, the suitcases back in the basement where they belong. Like moving--I want everything unpacked and put away and all the boxes out of the way immediately.

I'm not a very good housekeeper (I put that in to avoid misunderstanding and to keep Bob from laughing at me), but I do dislike clutter.

I bought two books last week, both of them about writing:

I haven't started reading either of them, so I can't really talk about them, other than to say that both of them look very good. I tried very hard not to buy a bunch of stuff that would be difficult to bring back, i.e., nothing terribly bulky or heavy. I was somewhat successful--I certainly bought less than I normally do.

One thing I bought that I just couldn't resist, and that I love, was a travel candle set. I found it at Elysian Fields, the gift shop in Sarasota (where I also bought the books). It's in a black zippered case about the size of a glasses case, and inside is a glass-lined tin with a votive candle, a sleeve of three replacement candles, and a small box of matches. The candles are scented with amber and musk, and smell wonderful. I always take candles with me, mostly in case Bob smokes in the room (which he seldom does anymore). I could (and have) made my own kit like this, but this one was so delightful I had to have it.

At Mitsukoshi, the Japanese department store in Disney World, I bought a cup with a white Lucky Cat on it to hold my pens on my desk, a tiny green lotus-shaped cup to hold water on my mini-altar, and a flat dish with a flounder design. It's on my table holding three little seashells and my luggage keys, right now.

I didn't buy a lot more. A red Christmas t-shirt with Santa Mickey in a sled being pulled by Pluto (the reindog), a little stuffed snowman Christmas ornament, a couple of boxes of notecards (one of Pooh's Garden and one of the big tree at the Wild Kingdom). Some postcards. A Disney World calendar . . . I guess I bought more than I thought. Oh, and a couple of shirts for Bob, but one was on sale for half-price, which sort of balanced out the quite expensive full price of the other one . . .

Oh, yeah, and another t-shirt for me. I found it in one of the hotel gift shops--it shows a laundry line with four or five pairs of boxer shorts pinned to it, each of them with a different Mickey Mouse design. Very cute, and very different. We've been down there so many times now that I've seen pretty much everything, and try not to buy stuff unless it's unique. This one's pretty unique.

I've decided not to put up my horoscope anymore. They haven't seemed to be at all applicable to my situation lately. I need to search around and find a site that I like better; the only reason I was using the one I was using was that they'd email it to me every day, and I liked that. I just haven't found one that suits me yet. I will, I'm sure. There are a lot of them out there.


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