Well, it's 5:45 a.m., and I've just finished cleaning the bathroom. Surely that's got to be some kind of record for early-morning housekeeping! I had to take a shower anyway, so I figured, why not do it all? That bathroom was really bugging me.
I met several other goals this weekend too. I managed to read about 75 pages of "The Pickwick Papers" yesterday, so that made me feel accomplished -- getting back on the reading bandwagon.
Olga and I managed a long outing to Hampstead Heath, where her tennis ball happened to land most photogenically in some fallen leaves (above). I swear I did not set that picture up.
She was thrilled to run wild as usual, with no fancy fountains or bandstands or exotic waterfowl to inhibit her. (See yesterday's post.) She chased lots of squirrels and barked up a storm.
And of course, played in the mud.
I also got some minor gardening done. I lifted the last dahlia and put it in the shed, to sleep away the winter with its siblings. I threw away the jimsonweed, which although remarkably durable wasn't rooting and looked pretty awful; I think it had a case of spider mites. I saved the seed pod, so if the seeds are mature enough we can grow a new plant in the spring.
I made our annual end-of-year charitable donations to the Southern Poverty Law Center, the ACLU and Planned Parenthood. And I shaved my head with my new skull-shaver, which I'm getting used to – it's definitely much easier than a razor, but I have to get comfortable with the fact that the shave isn't as close.
Finally, I decorated for the holidays:
Our spindly avocado still makes a fine frame for Christmas lights!
I wound up not bringing in any plants. Our overnight temperatures were forecast to hover right at 32º F, but I think it will be a touch warmer on our patio, with all the stone and brick. I took the gamble that everything would be fine. We'll see when the sun comes up!