A New Year's Eve tidy-up
Dec. 31st, 2013 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylWoken up early by the arrival of the kids as my sister dropped them off on her way to work, only for it to turn out to be unnecessary when she got herself signed off sick. Making up for yesterday, I went for a decent length run, arriving back just in time to see them push off home.
Spent the afternoon going through my old books and dumping a load of them in the charity pile. It wasn't hard. I can't imagine I'd ever want to read the pulp fantasy novels of my teens again; even back then realised that most of them were poor enough not to merit re-reading, so goodness knows what I'd make of them these days. And there seems even less point in hanging on to all my old undergraduate chemistry texts and out-of-date computer books. So now my shelves are tidy, there are two big boxes to go off to Oxfam, and my room is starting to look a little less cluttered. It's a shame the same can't be said for the rest of the house!
Following the established tradition that I cook supper on the eves of things, I used my superpower — my ability to whip up a quality béchamel sauce — to knock up a big batch of macaroni for supper. We then watched some rather poor TV, I went off and read my book, and we were all in bed long before the chimes of midnight.
Spent the afternoon going through my old books and dumping a load of them in the charity pile. It wasn't hard. I can't imagine I'd ever want to read the pulp fantasy novels of my teens again; even back then realised that most of them were poor enough not to merit re-reading, so goodness knows what I'd make of them these days. And there seems even less point in hanging on to all my old undergraduate chemistry texts and out-of-date computer books. So now my shelves are tidy, there are two big boxes to go off to Oxfam, and my room is starting to look a little less cluttered. It's a shame the same can't be said for the rest of the house!
Following the established tradition that I cook supper on the eves of things, I used my superpower — my ability to whip up a quality béchamel sauce — to knock up a big batch of macaroni for supper. We then watched some rather poor TV, I went off and read my book, and we were all in bed long before the chimes of midnight.
