I have cleaned up, and cleaned out so very much. There's a whole bag of trash. The whole back seat of my car is donation stuff from last week's beginning of this. Now there's also a full box of books to sell. A box and half for donating to goodwill (including one full of candles, tapers and votives), and the beginnings of a box of girlie things ( ( Read more... )

MondaySecond to last day was our last super packed day (I suspect because it was the last day for my Parents, and the last day off for both Boy Cousin and Girl Cousin). I got up a little early, ate breakfast, again, while writing and packing, from the hotel. Passing on Gordon's love and fascination with Dunkin' Donuts breakfast for another morning ( Read more... )

I was already in a head flop state, but I'd just been talking to someone about the state of my room. Which is the litmus test of my brain. My bedroom, which is almost always busy, but nearly never dirty, owned piles everywhere ( Read more... )

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Earl came home much earlier today with my duster as a surprise (we've been on a search of a real one, not fake color feathers, not these new rainbow plastic pieces thing), and while I was talking to Steph on the phone tonight I was wandering through the house. Bent on locating this new awesome duster. And playing with it. Cleaning all the things ( Read more... )

Some days start that way. I wake up, wander toward the kitchen to get my first glass of my new Simply Orange w/ Mango in to, and I get struck. With the need to neaten. Since it really isn't cleaning here when getting every room to 'perfectly presentable' is about twenty to thirty minutes each ( Read more... )

Steph and Earl and I have been engaged in this conversation about the wall beyond the Element Dedication Altar for months. Because I truly, deeply, madly, forever love my Quan Yin painting. And while the wisps in her picture could work for Air, nothing about her calm water-airy-ness was made for or of Fire.


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I meant to tell you this story yesterday, right after it happened, but life distracted me. We all know how much of mad-love I have for the mail right? (If you don't, somehow you've missed it. Oh my. But it's a true, deep love affair.) Well, a few days ago, I snapped off my mail key in the mailbox last Friday. Which was woeful. But not world ending ( Read more... )