Ah, a light at the end of the tunnel

I decided yesterday, since I had a long night at work, awaiting me; that sleep should be my priority. So the tub didn't get done. That was a wise decision, as sometimes, taking care of ones self, is more important.

Plans have slightly changed. I have tomorrow off so it will get done then. It looks like my other day off might be Monday instead of Wednesday. So that looks like the day to drop off, the remaining car load to the thrift shop.

The list of what needs to be done is now smaller. I will be quite content if all is done before the holidays.

cull and clean the patio
windows
mini blinds
carpet cleaning

Culling the path to simple living

When you work 50 hours a week, the journey to culling clutter; moves like a turtle. We emptied the bathroom cabinets and cleaned everything except the tub and medicine cabinet, which I hope to get done today. Wednesday will be the long awaited second and last trip, to the thrift shop.

It seems like the journey, to culling the clutter is coming to a end. One of life's journeys, that I never want to revisit.

Culling the path...to simple living

When I cleaned out the kitchen; I put things that I no longer wanted in a box. I only have items left; that I plain and simple, just love. I did not leave, the ones that were culled in a open place as I did not want to be tempted, to reclaim them. Actually I have forgotten what is in the box, so that tells me there is no great importance in them.

I am now venturing into the dining, living room area and box two is ready to go. When I do make it into the my bedroom, and the dreaded closet; always quite organized, but has a abundance of things. If it is not a classic piece or if I have not worn it in over a year, it will go, into box number three and most likely four.

The only exception is the treasured memory box, that holds those art projects, from my children's school years. I will collect all, that is still placed here and there in the house and place it in its final resting place; the memory box.

The bathroom will be next and if we don't use it, there will be no box just a trash bag, for the various shampoos and lotions; that are just there, no forseeable use. Bathroom things such as curling irons and such, will go into a box.

The patio, will be last. All those items, that sit year after year such as the bike, will go to the garbage area, in hopes to be reclaimed, by one who can give it life once again. No more need, for bubbles and balls as all my little ones are all grown.