Reassembled

In some ways I could say reorganized, but that would indicate that at some point I WAS organized. Scratch that. I'm just trying to reassemble those things that were in place a month or so ago. The yard. My plants. The flower beds. My back room (crafts, writing, sewing...). My self. I take it as an organizational signal to get my s#@t together when it becomes school time. No exception, 2012. Our front yard is crisp, our backyard spikey with some green and some shredded wheat, and my tolerance of heat and drought in Oklahoma is minimal at best. Also my tolerance of those who do not take global warming seriously is minimal. Yes, I know the historical changes to the climate every 150 years, blah, blah, blah, blah. I just disagree with the notion that what we do as people doesn't matter. Trying to organize. Trying to get a plan in place for the coming months for my time. Trying to lose some weight (down 3 pounds in a week and no sodas). Trying to pack in more reading time with all of the above. Getting it done in little steps. I don't understand how people can just sit and be an observer in life. So much to do. So little time.