Soon I will go and wash my hands although they are already freshly washed. I was the first one to open and use a fragrance of  SoftSoap that smells like crushed sweet flowers. Scratching my nose makes me think I am standing in perfume aisle after an earthquake. I’m exaggerating here, I suppose, but that scene typed itself so it must be in my subconscious.

I COULD NOT STAND IT. I went into the kitchen and found the regular soap and scrubbed my hands really well! It was a Robert Grismore washing; yes, Daddy, I “backed” them.

Then I went into the bathroom and looked at the offending bottle – raspberry and vanilla. I think it is the vanilla that drives me crazy. Actually, I am going to have to wash my hands again with a bar of Irish Spring; I can catch a whiff of the vanilla under the regular soap smell.

What a way to start the day – already caught up in the “OCD of the Day.” Well, maybe tomorrow will be compulsive eating of Snickers.

A long time ago I registered with Facebook because someone asked me to – and then I forgot all about it. Then I got an invitation from someone else and I think I registered again and that account faded from my memory. Finally, in something to do with a login to one place wanted to link to a Facebook account, I inadvertently created a third account. I started getting messages and alerts from Facebook and when I looked into it, I found I was totally confused. Totally.

So, I am attempting to get passwords, accounts and links confirmed, deleted or deactivated. As it stands right now, if I were a spy, I wouldn’t know to whom I was sending the vital information on the invasion.

Today I am, among other things, diving into the deep pool of passwords and email addresses. I am going to need flippers and a big air tank. If I don’t surface, just sprinkle my password ashes at sea.

I have come to view Monday as the precursor to the end of the week’s exclamation, “Oh, rats, I didn’t get anything done this week.” I don’t start out with the cheery thought of getting everything all caught up; I don’t even start out with the thought of making a dent in the list of things I have to do. I just open my eyes and know it’s the start of the melt down clock.

That is ridiculous. Before I know it I am going to be anticipating ruing the procrastination that will not actually occur until May.

Somewhere in my mind, I know there is a logical way out of this. If only I could figure it out. Well, maybe I’ll concentrate on it tomorrow.

Having only heard Ree Drummond’s voice on a few snippets of interview footage, I seemed to automatically “forget” to actually watch her cooking show at least once. I have heard it is painful to watch, confirming my suspicions. Still, that is hear-say and to be fair about it, I need to watch an episode. So the TV is on the Food Network at 9:57 this morning, in anticipation of her 10:30 air time. I imagine that even if I wander out of the room for a minute or so, I will not be able to “forget” to see some part of it.

Oh my gosh!! It’s on now at TEN and it’s meatballs, red velvet cake and that ubiquitous green bean casserole at a church pot luck.

Giving it my full attention.

UPDATE: Well, it was boring.

Yesterday, I came home in the afternoon,scanned through some of my email and I found a reminder that MobileMe was going to be ending service. I have never cared for the MobileMe account that used to my Mac account. Having an address @mac.com seemed more reserved and respectful than the address @me.com.
I was notified I would have to use icloud.

Okay, fine, whatever, better than @me. I clicked on icloud to switch over and guess what? I had to upgrade to Lion. And in a moment of weakness and fear of becoming a really old lady in the really slow lane, I thought, “Why not?”

Well . . . first I had to buy the Lion upgrade, but the little old lady image had predetermined I would part with 30 bucks, and I did. it started to download. IT WOULD TAKE ALL NIGHT. I was running around telling everyone to stop sucking any bandwidth at all. IT STILL TOOK ALL NIGHT.

But, here I am this morning, experimenting with the lion that came close to mauling me – and maybe in some little corner of my laptop it has. At first I thought all the notes on my desktop had been lost and was figuratively on the floor pounding my head, moaning, “I am dead. I am dead. I am dead.” Yes, a little melodramatic, but so terribly me. Or should I say, @me.

BUT WAIT . . . I think maybe the address stays @me.

@aaaaaaauuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh.

This is Camp Nature Boy making an appearance in the up and down winter of 2012. It is LZP’s backyard in GPS terms, but is for some, more of a clearing in time when clan members meet.
Usually, the fire pit would blazing as well as the grill and there would be lawn chars and coolers around.
But mild or not, you can’t get around the fact that this is February, so apparently the custodian is close to the source of extra warmth.
And the one Sam Adams tells all the absent now, but will be returning, “Hey.”

Last weekend, a bunch of my Poo friends went to the Ohio Redoubt and left me to my own devices. They partied: I moped. But Rose and Sophie and Bing felt for me and have returned to buck me up.
Here’s Sophie with her concerned look.

And, of course, comforting Rose.

Here’s soft and cuddly Bing.

And, finally, here is the temp the agency sent over to help me – only she has decided to stay and become our “whip you into shape” Poo.

She likes things “just so” and don’t let the hearts on her smile fool you. I asked her name and she said it was on a need to know basis and we could call her Boss for now.
Who knows, I may wind up comforting Rose and Sophie and Bing.