Nervous

I don't know why this happens to me. I get so darn nervous if someone is coming to my house. Someone who's coming to clean the rugs, etc is okay. They don't know me and they know my rugs are dirty.

I'm also nervous cause I have to go for a CT Scan on my kidney's on Monday. The one of my head was easy, apparently this one involves putting dye through my system and the technician doesn't want to do that because it's harmful to the kidney's. Can't win huh? But my neuphrologist hasn't seen an image for over 10 years so she needs this done and gave the technician permission to go ahead. 

I'm going straight from there to the craft group at a house I've never been to before. It's close to the hospital, but still. This lady just moved in and she's really neat and tidy anyway so I'm sure it will show like new. She's the same lady that's coming to my house on Wednesday. I know it shouldn't matter, she's coming to see our craft fabric, not our house, but so much has gotten shoved aside this year because of DH working on the boat that it's not looking great, dirty windows, deck needs power washing, etc.  

Everyone else's house we meet at is always so spotless. I'm not a fan of housework, I have too many other things I'd rather do. I like a clean house but it does get cluttered. One woman that came over described it as "comfortable".  I'm taking that as a compliment. 

Today I'm working on a table centre piece for the boat. I apparently have the size wrong. I figured it would look good with 2" of teak showing around the edges... maybe not.