It has been an evening of purging and cleaning. The dogs are chowing down on their kibble and steamed broccoli, and I am feeling capable. I am looking around at all this stuff and wondering what I am going to do with it. I am mentally sorting it into categories: Toss; Donate; Store; Bring; and Oh God, What The Hell Am I Going To Do With That.
I found my little pot of random puzzle pieces that have shown up over the years: wrong pieces that showed up in thrift store puzzles, pieces that did not make it back into the box. I liked my little pot of puzzle pieces, but today my eyes fell on it with a different look. I tried to throw them out, couldn't do it, so I glued them to the plain red cover of a journal I am about to start. Ha. Now, did I do my research on fabric and types of glue first? Of course not. At least I didn't use Elmer's, and I currently have the journal in a makeshift press. Perhaps they'll all fall off anyway. This journal is huge, so I think it's probably likely, considering that this last, reasonably slim journal has taken me five years to finish. Well, maybe I'll have a lot more to write about now.
I hate feeling like there is so much to do and never having enough time to do it. I'm going to chalk a lot of that up to Netflix and Blockbuster. Last night I made banana muffins; tonight I'm going to make tons of little meatballs. I filed/recycled a lot of paper. I had lunch with a friend. Thanks to the snowstorm Friday night, I am trapped by the ice on the roads when the sun goes down. I need no more financial obligations, as we've already established. I didn't get to run around as much as I would have liked today, so I am going to try to get a day off this week. I want to have my Christmas stuff in the mail ASAP.
And speaking of Christmas... Dad's coming up the weekend after, which is nice. We'll celebrate Christmas then, and I am looking forward to spending Christmas Day doing only things I enjoy. But I got a little revved up, thinking of decorating for Christmas this year. I recently saw a bin marked Christmas in my storage shed and got all excited, thinking maybe I'd brought some stuff from the house after all. Sadly, no. There are a few ornaments I received last year and some gift wrap. I'm going to ask my coworker if I can borrow one of her trees, as she said she has a tree-buying problem. There's no sense in buying anything that I'll just have to get rid of or store.
Ok, I'm going to get back to cleaning and throwing shit out, before I get all melancholy over here. Counting Crows are not helping. Onto Creedence and getting that kitchen clean. Down the road I go.
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