Showing up, the Sequel

Does it count as blogging two days in a row if I technically blogged less than 24 hours ago? Why yes, yes it does. Blogging Statute Number 23,468, Article 93, Subsection (iii). Look it up.

I'm running out of room on my walls. It may be time to do some sorting soon.

When the basement office was built, I specifically asked that the drywall not be finished. That smooth expanse was a ready-made bulletin board, and I didn't want to be consumed with guilt every time I jammed a thumbtack into a taped, sanded, primed and painted wall. So, bare walls, as bare as you can get and still have a wall. And I promptly commenced tacking.

So now, 7 years and a bit later, I've given whole new meaning to the term wall-paper. I have deadline sheets, important letters that I would have lost if they hadn't been posted right in front of my face, drawings that the little one made for me, certificates, accolades, a four-year-old one-line fax praising my efforts on a particular issue of the magazine. I have jury-rigged inboxes made from file folders that I stuffed to the point of falling off the wall and then found somewhere else to stuff my stuff. Special copies of the magazine.

I have a few squares of corkboard, which are rather redundant, as they too are tacked to the wall. A white board, a calendar, thumbtacks posing as hooks from which hang lanyards with ID cards and conference passes. My "I'm Going To Write If It Kills Me And It Probably Will" award from Momwriters in 2001.

And in January, I bought a whiteboard/calendar/corkboard combo to hang on the wall. I finally got around to putting it up last week.

Darn thing wouldn't be thumbtacked or push-pinned At. All. I had to use screws and anchors. And couldn't find a screwdriver, or a drill.

But, like all women know, a good nail, a butter knife and a decent hammer (or heavy shoe) are all the tools a girl really needs. Hubby came down to see what the noise was about, shook his head and went back upstairs. Drywall abuse disturbs him.

But it hasn't fallen down yet. So there.

Jericho finale tonight, as it has in fact been cancelled once and for all. The show might have had a chance if they hadn't gone with the stupidest time slot known to man - 10 p.m. on a Tuesday. I mean, 10 p.m. is the time when us creative types are usually gearing up to rearrange the stuff on the wall.