Good grief
I *knew* I shouldn't brag about the new toy!!!! Life has a way of biting me on the ass when I do things like that.
Then again, maybe it's a message from the cosmos that it's time to let go of Daddy. Today my television died. It too was something I got from Daddy. Since I haven't moved since I bought a house I haven't had the same chance to do with his things what I was able to do with Mother's...every time I moved I evaluated each thing on a six month basis. Have I used this in the last six months? Will I use it in the next six months? If no, it went away. I have a strong genetic predisposition for pack ratting, so the six month test helped weed things out and keep clutter to a tolerable level. Since I am no longer moving every couple of years, the clutter factor has increased a lot.
The television is the second thing this week that was formerly Daddy's and is now in my possession that died. I think I'm going to have to force myself to do a six month evaluation on stuff even though I'm not actually moving. Sigh. This is not all bad. I don't think I really want to keep his clothes squirreled away in the back bedroom anymore, but I'm just not sure what to do with a dozen or more outfits that are essentially onesies for old men. If they were sturdier I suppose they could be called coveralls, but they are not designed for protecting other clothing from rough work.
I see a trip to Goodwill looming in my future. Well, maybe that will lead to my actually setting up my sewing room, and you know...sewing. What a concept.
Since I seem to be in full whine mode, grab yourself some cheese. I know this is Colorado, but geeze! It's nearly the end of May! I had to turn the heat on again last night. I'm supposed to be in the cheap season for utilities, but I had to admit that I was indeed freezing my ass off instead of it being my imagination when Sara forced her way under the sheets, between my body and my hug pillow because *she* was cold. Let's face it, if a fur coat isn't keeping you warm it's bloody cold.
Anyway, going to go crawl into bed for now. Project Clutter will have to wait until it's not late at night and I'm not on muscle relaxers. As much as I hate taking them I have to admit that they have helped a lot. They made the difference between being sore for a couple of weeks from the accident and just a few days of it.
Then again, maybe it's a message from the cosmos that it's time to let go of Daddy. Today my television died. It too was something I got from Daddy. Since I haven't moved since I bought a house I haven't had the same chance to do with his things what I was able to do with Mother's...every time I moved I evaluated each thing on a six month basis. Have I used this in the last six months? Will I use it in the next six months? If no, it went away. I have a strong genetic predisposition for pack ratting, so the six month test helped weed things out and keep clutter to a tolerable level. Since I am no longer moving every couple of years, the clutter factor has increased a lot.
The television is the second thing this week that was formerly Daddy's and is now in my possession that died. I think I'm going to have to force myself to do a six month evaluation on stuff even though I'm not actually moving. Sigh. This is not all bad. I don't think I really want to keep his clothes squirreled away in the back bedroom anymore, but I'm just not sure what to do with a dozen or more outfits that are essentially onesies for old men. If they were sturdier I suppose they could be called coveralls, but they are not designed for protecting other clothing from rough work.
I see a trip to Goodwill looming in my future. Well, maybe that will lead to my actually setting up my sewing room, and you know...sewing. What a concept.
Since I seem to be in full whine mode, grab yourself some cheese. I know this is Colorado, but geeze! It's nearly the end of May! I had to turn the heat on again last night. I'm supposed to be in the cheap season for utilities, but I had to admit that I was indeed freezing my ass off instead of it being my imagination when Sara forced her way under the sheets, between my body and my hug pillow because *she* was cold. Let's face it, if a fur coat isn't keeping you warm it's bloody cold.
Anyway, going to go crawl into bed for now. Project Clutter will have to wait until it's not late at night and I'm not on muscle relaxers. As much as I hate taking them I have to admit that they have helped a lot. They made the difference between being sore for a couple of weeks from the accident and just a few days of it.