Missouri « Robin Writes

That offer we were making a week or so ago? Well, yeah. We had a couple questions and were waiting on the listing agent to get back to our agent. She finally did, only to tell her that the seller had accepted another offer. Figures.

I’d like to say, and I will, that when the right property comes along, it will all work out. But in the meantime, I’m dealing with this collective suck of January. Dreary skies, not enough precip to matter, and cold. Okay, so it’s not as cold as a few days ago, which is fine by me—we do tend to have a frozen pipes issue when the temps dip into the single digits.

My motivation was sadly lacking this weekend, thanks to all of this. I know I need to put on my big girl panties, and I will, but for now, I’m just sulking. Or something.

Anyway, are there things you do to motivate yourself? Exercise helps me, although I take off one day a week, and planning and writing lists helps too. It’s a matter of forcing yourself to do it—at least, it works that way for me.

It’s like having kids—you clearly do not want to get them up, make breakfast, go through the hassle of getting them off to school, but you do it anyway.

So, to prep myself for moving out of this funk, I’m going to make a list of things to do when I’m in said funk, so I’ll have to get up and going—at least I won’t have to think about what to do, I can just do it:

Inventory and rotate supplies

Update supply lists

Start sorting closet contents for the sale pile in the garage

Make a list for husband (mostly projects to FINISH—yes, he read this blog)

All good winter activities, plus you can add new skills, new projects, whatever fits your taste, your talents, and your lifestyle. And your prepping calendar.

Rather than “interviewing myself,” whatever that is, I’m going to answer ten questions. Things you may not know about me, and maybe you don’t want to know . . . Just kidding, these are pretty innocuous:

Favorite color: Green. Second favorite color: Blue. Third favorite: Yellow.

I don’t know why I have three, I just do. I guess that comes from having to answer this question repeatedly and rather often, depending on who’s doing the asking and for what reason. Facebook quizzes, for example, may get a different answer, and the answer may also depend on the item in question. I like my trees green, my sky blue, and the sun yellow. I also like red, say, for my truck, my iPhone, and my kitchen canisters. I would not like a yellow truck, and I’ve already had green and blue vehicles.

Doesn’t make any sense, does it? Good.

Favorite season: Spring. Okay, and summer, and fall. Not winter. Not a fan.

I like when things are growing, when the days are warm but the nights are cooler. I like being out in the heat, to a point—that point is about 90 degrees, with a heat index of zero. Anything over that, I melt and get miserable. And have a hot flash. Why can’t those damn things come in the dead of winter?

Fall is nice, too. Cool and crisp, especially after summer, and all the beautiful leaves. Holidays to look forward to and fire in the fireplace, lit candles, a blanket and a good book.

Favorite book(s): Gone With the Wind and The Little White Horse. Hands down.

If you have read either, by Margaret Mitchell and Elizabeth Goudge, respectively, you really should. The first is epic, of course, and the second will make you believe in magic and fairy tales. That is, if you don’t already . . .

Favorite food cuisine: Mexican or Italian.

No way could I pick a favorite food! But both of these are so versatile. And delicious. I mean, you could eat Italian for a week—lasagne, spaghetti, toasted ravs, pizza, manicotti. Or tacos, enchiladas, fajitas, quesadillas, tamales. Yeah, it’d be a tough choice if I had to go with just one food.

Favorite drink: Water

Bet you thought I was going to say “beer,” right? I actually drink mostly water, and cappuccino. When I do have alcohol, it really depends on whether it’s wine season (winter, sometimes fall) or beer season (all other times of the year).

I’m really pretty simple. A good, regular beer, or at least quite a few of them; for wine, I’ll go with Moscato every time. And I usually don’t pick the expensive ones, either.

So, anything else you want to know? Just ask. I’m always here . . .