I started back to work yesterday….just a few hours at the Cancer Society. JJ gave me a ride, and Bob, who prices the smalls, gave me a ride home via his new kitchen.
I must honestly say I have condo envy. Their place is light and airy….soft earth tones and greys on walls throughout the condo, a stairwell that is gracious rather than boxed in, granite counters, shutters in every room, and closets everywhere. These guys have storage space…and have little in it. Imagine too, a clean garage.
I came home feeling as if our home was small, crampt, badly decorated, old fashioned, jam filled with unused stuff, and decorated in the previous century by a country bumpkin. Me.
Imagine….I was perfectly happy with all but the messes when I left for work.
Obviously, I am having trouble getting rid of other people’s things….much less our own collections that continue to grow. Stuff crowds us, and I hang my head. We are both over reacting to losing all our things too many times. Projects crowd me out of the living room…the now fully cut out quilt, a jigsaw on the dining room table, and a basket of books left out to trip over by my chair.
This morning, we’ll fix a crack in Myrtle’s windshield, and later while he is at the museum I will sort and discard. Perhaps I will tackle the mountain of Christmas boxes that live above the Geezers closet. We only need enough to grace a small four foot tall tree. We have enough to do twenty.