Statement of Intent

Or why I'm calling this limited-time-only blog "For the Want of a Nail."

You know the story - for the want of a nail, the shoe was lost, etc? Well, I got into a conversation today that pointed out to me that I feel that I can't have people over unless my house is clean (and by clean, I mean, perfectly organized, brilliantly clean, welcoming, warm, comfortable - the way I see it in my head.)

I hear you, don't shout.

But I don't care about that! I'd just like to see you! Erm. Yes, I know. I'd be saying it to you if you made those statements to me.

But just because it's logical, true, and all right-thinking people agree, doesn't mean that I'll come to my senses and just start inviting people over willy-nilly. I know me pretty well. I'm not just going to bypass this attitude and get on the cluetrain.

Therefore, I need to take action. Not something I'm good at. I'm a planner, a visionary, a resource for all kinds of esoteric knowledge...in other words, I'm all hat and no cattle. I can talk the talk...etc.

So what you can read here are my attempts to get my poop in a group as the NWR say.

Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it. *sigh*