Whew, the days they are just a whirlwind of excitement and pandemonium.

Monday I spent a few hours in my mom's basement going through crap treasured belongings and tossing and pitching and trying to figure out what to do with most of it. I'm days and days away from making any real progress. I hate doing it with the passion of a thousand fiery hot suns. I'd rather poke a sharp stick in my eye. But if I don't I'm afraid my mom will carry it all upstairs and toss it all out in the trash. Not that she actually COULD carry it all upstairs, but she'd get someone else to, probably. She'd probably pay my niece or nephew to carry it all up and junk it. I'm going to need a storage unit, I'm guessing. A tiny one, but I'll need one, I'm pretty sure. My sister and I are having a garage sale in a couple of weeks, and that means I have to do the same thing in my spare bedroom. It will be two weeks of sorting hell.

Tonight CP and I went to dinner and bumming at two WallyMarts. On the way home I mentioned I could do without my tv, radio, telephone, etc... but I absolutely could not survive without my computer and internet connection. She got all smart ass on me and asked "So if you were on a deserted island you would only want your computer?" "Absolutely" I said. "So you wouldn't even need food?" "Nope--I can order food online". That started a whole litany of what I could do:

If I was lonely, I could find a chat room.
If I felt frisky (I used a different word, though) I could find a porn site.
If I was bored I could play solitaire or download a movie.
If I wanted to read, I could download an ebook.
If it was too quiet, I could stream a music station.
I could keep up my bill payments.
I can see if a hurricane is coming.
I can order clothes instead of wearing leaves.
I can watch old reuns of Gilligan's Island and see what not to do.

I guess all we really need IS the internet!