Today I’m playing the waiting game on four fronts: refrigerator delivery, tax prep, additional writing assignments, and trip to New Zealand.

 

I’m far from the best wait-er on Earth

 

When I get a to-do list that exceeds three items, I get antsy. I want to get ‘er done.

 

I am NOT a procrastinator; I am a PRODUCER!

 

When I have marching orders, I march!

 

So, all my ducks are in a row on these four fronts, but I can’t do anything more about them right now.

 

Which makes me feel kinda crazy.

 

The waiting game is my least favorite thing to do!

 

FRIDGE

 

I’ve cleared the way for the old refrigerator to be taken out and the new one installed. That will happen sometime between one and five this afternoon. (It’s 9:51 right now.)  I moved the kitchen table and chairs and the stuff that was on them (egg cartons in abundance) out of the way so the movers have enough arm and leg room to maneuver.

 

I moved most of what’s on the sidewalk in back so the delivery drivers can use it without encountering obstacles.

 

I’ve grabbed my frozen food bags out of the vehicle so I can pop into them the frozen food that’s in the freezer part of the old fridge. I’ve found the right screwdriver to use to cap off the ice maker water when they disconnect it. (The new fridge doesn’t have an icemaker, so I will have to get ice cubes trays at the Dollar Store sometime soon.)

 

TAX PREP

 

I’ve prepared my spreadsheet and other tax stuff, including last year’s taxes. I’ve put my social security card in my wallet so I don’t forget it on Friday.

 

WRITING ASSIGNMENTS

 

I’m monitoring Upwork in real time (every 30 minutes or so) to make sure I spot projects that intrigue me so I can submit bids early. The early bird often gets the worm, as long as one’s credentials meet the criteria.  I’ve applied to five potential one-off projects this morning alone.

 

NEW ZEALAND

 

My bags are packed, I’m ready to go (have been for more than a month) except for the few remaining things that I use on a daily basis: robe, toothbrush, toothpaste. Even my meds are in the carry on. (I’m taking unopened bottles so they won’t be suspicious-looking in any way.)

 

Yeah, the word for me is anal.  (Such a lovely word.) It’s probably my neurodivergence driving this behavior. But it has worked all my life, so I’m not going to change it now!  The only person I usually have to drive batty is myself, so it works fine for me! HAH!

 

In Other News…

 

CRITTER PREP

 

This morning first crack out of the box I went to Wilco to get two more bags of layer’s scratch. I put them all into plastic jugs to make them easy to carry to the hen shed. Most of what I got fit into jugs. There’s a little left over, so it went into the plastic bin.  As soon as I get another $20 in the egg jar, I will get another bag and fill up both plastic bins in the shed.With any luck at all, that’s all we’ll need until I get back from New Zealand.  That’s the plan, anyway!

 

I will probably have to get one more bale of hay before we fly away. With only two goats left to feed, they don’t eat much, but I want to be sure Jackie has plenty while I’m gone so she doesn’t have to schlep a bale of hay into the shed.

 

Guess that’s all for now!  Enjoy your day! (I’ll be right here, drumming my fingers, playing the waiting game!)