I’ve always known that I’m violently allergic to dust…or dust mite poo as my allergist says, but this packing up experience has been a very allergic few days for me. My nose didn’t run, but my stomach hated the dust. Nausea is my least favorite thing. Even as a bottom of the barrel drunk, I managed to only get nauseas only once.
I got very ill while laying on the floor undoing the allen bolts on our desk yesterday. That took me out for much of the rest of the day. Today it was cleaning out the bottom shelves of the staircase by the garage door. I finished quickly and washed all of me in the kitchen sink.
My friend Seedy’s made several very good suggestions today.
She wrote, “What you want to keep, put it in its place. What you might want to get rid of, put in another box for future consideration. THEN a third box for donating or Lessaor both. Not my idea, I watched a professional organizer give tips yesterday on some show I was watching. The packing is 'under pressure' with a time table, the unpacking
can be leisurelyand thoughtful--mindfull... you might even ask yourself "How many more years do I want to dust this thing?"
I can also ask myself, “Have I ever used this thing in the last five to ten years. I have ever used these things since we inherited them? Have I ever hung this art on any wall. Lastly, would I want to pass these things to G’s family if something should happen to him?”
Today: we have computers now. We are showering at the Y. The garage is the last space to be finished. He’s down there now sorting tools. We will have the carpet cleaners in before we unpack. Life is good as long as I shower often.