The yet to come

The thought of finally, reclaiming my home, is exhilarating. The possibilities endless.

Learn how to use the digital camera.
Dust off the sewing machine.
Prepare meals with my daughter.
Plan my container garden.

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.

My journey to simple living

I am so pleased with, the progress my daughter and I made these past couple of days. The culling is almost finished. We finished the linen closet, most of her room, my room and a vast collection, of neglected laundry was washed and dried. Life without clutter, most definitely brings contentment.

My journey to simple living

Its day three of my six days off. I decided to start cleaning, in a different direction; the bedrooms first. Totally overwhelming at first. We took everything out of the closet and cleaned the walls, in there. You would think, that when they paint closets and shelves they would use gloss paint instead of flat. Then everything would just wipe off.

Two bags of trash and two more bags, to send to the thrift shop. As much as I would love for my daughter have a garage sale; it just isn't going to happen. Too much stuff, that I don't want, to sit around anymore than it needs to. I am thinking tomorrow, a quick run to drop off all that is ready.

I did find two books, that I will not be giving away. One is a prayer book, which my father received, as a gift on his Bar Mitzvah day. Its a mere 65 years old. The other is The Five Books Of Moses, which from its condition, must be that old or even older. Bindings on both are sorely in need of repair. I had forgotten that I had them.

Culling the path to simple living

I have already culled 5 boxes; just from the kitchen, dining room area. When I finish the rest of the house, I was going to donate all to a thrift shop. My 18 year old daughter has informed me she would like to have a garage sale. The deal is I place the ad in the Penny Saver, she runs the garage sale and keeps the money, on what ever she sells. Terrific for me, terrific for her. Also less to transport to the thrift shop.

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.