I'm done. So is hubby. We had our yard sale and froze. Temps were in the low 40s and the wind was chilling us out. 8 hours of this was a bit much for an ole Lady.
A pit fire was made by my sweetheart to warm us up. We put twigs and branches in it to keep the fire going. We prospered by baking corn on the cob and chicken in tin foil in the pit. Also visited with very nice people. That's a plus.
Our sale was small....we had some traffic, but our sales weren't very good. Afterwards we loaded up the car with items that will go to ministries and thrift shops. Think we are finished with having garage sales and yard sales. I enjoy going to them...not so much having them.
Last week, I took a load of clothing to the Salvation Army. This week it will be The Goodwill. Mission is to continue thinning through items in house until we feel like WE HAVE ARRIVED.....the house is cleaner....the garage is cleaner....the cellar is cleaner....the spare room is cleaner. This has to be my personal mission.
With the messes getting out of hand in so many places and home projects present, I am not sure how to process all this that I see that needs attention and the attention is slow. There is a wall inside the garage that husband wants to tear down to make a work area so he can build the kitchen cabinets with cold weather here. I'll let you know how the kitchen morphs. (Dear Lord, Please let the morphing begin. I am weary with how it has been going.)
Being peri-menopausal with the physical/emotional challenges and waiting to cross over, being over weight, running so far behind on paper work, having the kitchen torn up, etc. etc. etc. has been horribly challenging for me.
This is not one of my favorite seasons in life. I'm sorry, but it isn't. Ever get discouraged? Yes. If I can identify that I am having a PITY PARTY then I need to talk back at the hostess and rudely inform her that she isn't being a very nice person. Get out of the pit. Today, I will aim at reading some scripture, praying and giving God THANKS for the blessings that I have been ignoring.
Aren't pity parties really just another way of being self-centered and lacking gratitude? An attitude without gratitude. Stinks.
When I throw a pity party, I don't want guest to attend. I'm having way too much fun feeling sorry for myself all by myself. I have to watch it or laziness creeps in and I don't do the clean-up necessary for making life a nicer place.
Perhaps I ought to place a sheet over my head and howl like a dog wanting candy. Hum......where's my candy carrier?
May we not stay at the Pity Party too long.....life is better than that. AMEN.
d
ps....thank you huny for starting the radiators up to combat the cold. It's toasty in here and that's a blessing. A blessing. My husband is a blessing.
3 comments:
If you have a big enough dog NO ONE will refuse you some candy!
mARms....The candy carrier is upstairs... If you cover yourself with a sheet and howel. I promise to give you CANDY... Just not my Gambino's pizza ;O) Love you!
My mother never told me that things would get harder the older I got! Yes gratitude does make things better. Warm hugs, Esther
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