Early this morning I walked down the hill and through the woods in my nightgown and robe so I could take a shower in my son's apartment. At our house the tub has been installed in the guest bathroom but the water hasn't been turned on, and the lovely new shower has been installed in our master bathroom but we can't use it for 24 hours while the silicon cures, whatever that means. Yesterday I made several visits to my son's apartment just to use his bathroom, because our guest bathroom doesn't have a toilet yet while the master bathroom was occupied by a working man armed with power tools and caulking guns.
So far it's been an up-and-down kind of week. The bathroom project is on target to be finished by Friday and the master bathroom will be fully functional this afternoon, so progress is being made! But obstacles keep arising, at home and elsewhere.
That important report I need to submit by the end of the month? I finally received the information I need to finish the report. Where has that info been hiding all this time? Well I'm not naming names here, but the essential information has been sitting in a certain administrator's spam folder since the middle of June. Our campus email system deletes spam items after 90 days, so it's a good thing I nagged someone into looking for the data!
Am I the only one who regularly practices spam folder hygiene? My Inbox Zero obsession requires me to scroll through spam at least twice a week to rescue anything that doesn't belong there and delete the rest, but maybe that's just a symptom of my personal neurosis. Apparently plenty of people are able to stroll calmly through their lives without ever wondering what valuable messages might have been inappropriately relegated to spam. Call it Spam Blindness--the ability to ignore a bulging spam folder without any qualms whatsoever.
At home I sometimes see signs of Dirt Blindness or Clutter Blindness--the ability to walk blithely past a mess without the slightest urge to clean it up. Again, I'm not naming names, but I long ago gave up on saying "If you see something amiss, just clean it up" to people for whom "amiss" is a foreign concept. I'm not a clean freak and I can live comfortably with a modicum of clutter, but certain types of disorder ring alarm bells in my brain and make my whole body vibrate with anxiety. Another symptom of my personal neurosis, no doubt, but if that little pile of dirt at the edge of the hallway insists on interfering with my sleep, you'd better believe I'll nag the person who left it there--or clean it up myself.
Maybe the presence in my house of men with power tools has made me a little more anxious than usual this week. I'm delighted at the work they're doing (on time and under budget, so far) and I'll be even more delighted when it's done, but it's hard to concentrate on important tasks with strangers in the bathroom and tools shrieking at all hours of the day. And then when I need the bathroom, I have to find the keys, find my shoes, and trek down through the woods to a bathroom that's suffering from its own special form of neglect. Right now it feels as if everything is a little bit amiss, but I lack the ability to put it back to rights and no amount of nagging will make this project get done any faster, so I'm just biting my tongue, biding my time, and trying to live through the current disorder.