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As my first step towards moving, I took care of the massive stack of paper that had been inhabiting the lower shelf of my bookcase.
It was mostly innocuous - paid bills, printed articles waiting to be read, recipes, more paid bills - but it was out of control. I am a stacker. Just stick it in a pile and I'll put it away later. It works that way with most of my things: my books, my magazines, my clothes, my hairclips. As I move slowly into this next phase of life without my house, I've made a commitment to myself to stop that.
I also cleaned out my purse. It is amazing what I stick in there and forget about. Sometimes I think that the only reason I stick things in my purse is expressly to forget about them.
After completing those two tasks on Saturday morning, I felt pounds lighter. I am now able to imagine myself out of my house.
I worked hard and frequently this last week. Saturday morning I had to myself. I treated myself to a delightful breakfast at my favorite breakfast place, and enjoyed the hour I sat eating, sipping water, watching people and reading my book. After breakfast I wandered east just a bit to a bookstore I've been eying for the past few years. As I walked inside, the owner was coming in from the back of the store. He did a little jig as I said good morning, deliriously happy to have a customer. I was delighted, though not surprised, to find an extensive collection of books. The other used books stores I've been to have been full of only romance and sci-fi paperbacks. Not my cup of tea. This one had book after book that I wanted, or admired, or recognized. I purchased three books, and promised to return.
And then I worked, worked, worked. Saturday night at The Robin was intense, with dropped dishes, new servers clogging up work stations, irritated people, teenagers dressed up for Homecoming and no support. After the rush died about 8:30, we all looked shell-shocked. I had a hard time sleeping Saturday night, finally dozing off around 5 in the morning.
I spent Sunday lounging around on the couch, resting. No cooking, no cleaning, not even a load of laundry was done.
The weather has been strange, and we have been dealing with high temperatures and sticky air. The cold is coming, however, and by Wednesday we will all be thirty degrees cooler. For better or for worse, here comes winter.
It was mostly innocuous - paid bills, printed articles waiting to be read, recipes, more paid bills - but it was out of control. I am a stacker. Just stick it in a pile and I'll put it away later. It works that way with most of my things: my books, my magazines, my clothes, my hairclips. As I move slowly into this next phase of life without my house, I've made a commitment to myself to stop that.
I also cleaned out my purse. It is amazing what I stick in there and forget about. Sometimes I think that the only reason I stick things in my purse is expressly to forget about them.
After completing those two tasks on Saturday morning, I felt pounds lighter. I am now able to imagine myself out of my house.
I worked hard and frequently this last week. Saturday morning I had to myself. I treated myself to a delightful breakfast at my favorite breakfast place, and enjoyed the hour I sat eating, sipping water, watching people and reading my book. After breakfast I wandered east just a bit to a bookstore I've been eying for the past few years. As I walked inside, the owner was coming in from the back of the store. He did a little jig as I said good morning, deliriously happy to have a customer. I was delighted, though not surprised, to find an extensive collection of books. The other used books stores I've been to have been full of only romance and sci-fi paperbacks. Not my cup of tea. This one had book after book that I wanted, or admired, or recognized. I purchased three books, and promised to return.
And then I worked, worked, worked. Saturday night at The Robin was intense, with dropped dishes, new servers clogging up work stations, irritated people, teenagers dressed up for Homecoming and no support. After the rush died about 8:30, we all looked shell-shocked. I had a hard time sleeping Saturday night, finally dozing off around 5 in the morning.
I spent Sunday lounging around on the couch, resting. No cooking, no cleaning, not even a load of laundry was done.
The weather has been strange, and we have been dealing with high temperatures and sticky air. The cold is coming, however, and by Wednesday we will all be thirty degrees cooler. For better or for worse, here comes winter.