the procrastinating girl

Who Dat Girl

It seems like for every humdrum Federer-esque type of championship lately, we are treated to one that is a mark of pure redemption.  The Red Sox had the nerve to win the World Series, beating back decades of shame and forever changing the Earth's rotation on its axis, only to do so again a couple of years later.  And just last night we had the New Orleans Saints wiping away over 40 years of do-nothingness in a single evening.  Does procrastination produce the sweeter victory?  Well, I wouldn't want to be on clean-up in the Ninth Ward this afternoon.  Especially since the party probably just started getting good.  I've actually never been to New Orleans.  I curse myself for not having visited my brother when he lived there, but I was skeptical about what I'd find (not in the city, in his living room).  Now, years later, I am among the millions who call ourselves Saints fans just because we believe a fantastic sports story may lift up the one city that needs it the most.  The Red Sox can bite me.

Home Base

Just a few days ago, I first heard the term 'staycation,' the trend of people spending their days off at home since they can't afford a real getaway.  As often happens, now it's everywhere I turn.  Even the cover of the Sunday Styles section of the Times ran a piece on it last week.  So I've been thinking.  If I had a free week in my house, what could I do? 

• Watch borrowed DVD box set of first season of Arrested Development.

• Work on novel.

• Draw to-scale floor plan of house so I can plan what furniture to buy.  One day.

• Update address book so it would no longer read:  Grandma, Silver Spring, Maryland.

• Remove remaining 2-year-old clothes from almost 4-year-old Zoe's closet.

• Work on novel.

• Scrape encrusted art-project glitter off floor mats of car.

• Acknowledge existence of cookbooks.

• Work on novel.

So, tell me, what would you do???

Look, I have a blog

Ok, so it's not the parting of the Red Sea... But since my blog is based on this life-long personality flaw, it's kind of a miracle that I exercised my limited follow-through skills to get it up and running. So here it is, or rather, will be, a chronicle of what I don't do... for no good reason other than my own inertia. I'm hoping maybe the public humiliation will force me into a new, more organized state of being. People say blogging is powerful. Can it undo 36 years of saving everything until the very last minute? We shall see...