MONDAY MOMENTS

SWEET BEGINNINGS TO THIS WEEK.  I continue my task of sorting through old papers to thin out or file.  Emptying one basket, I move onto another.  The sense of accomplishment embraced me for a short spell.  Deep breath and relief.  I cannot do much that is overly physical, and I am determined to stay busy as I sit so paperwork is doable.

I move slow like a tortoise and my husband is the hare that moves quickly.  Together we will win this race of having order.  I am hopeful.  He has been shuffling boxes in the basement.  I have grouped ornaments into red tubs.  He is seeing to it that all the CHRISTMAS stays together.  I see to it that there are storage tubs to house the items in.  We're a team.  

Every once in awhile he'll bring me something he found.  I confess, I forgot we had that.  grins. It is almost funny.  I ask, "Where did we get that?"

Sometimes it comes to mind and sometimes it doesn't.  

Earlier today, I carried clothing on hangers upstairs and while I was up there I tweaked some in the bedrooms rolling bedding to be neatly stored in my closet.  Each trip upstairs, I carry clothing on hangers.  I hang clothing in proper closets and tweak some more of what needs attention such as boxes of cards that I have kept for my children.  I don't have the heart to throw these away and believe that my children will have the honors of pitching or keeping the cards that were given to them when they were living under my roof as a child growing into adulthood.  

All three children were presented childhood memorabilia during their 40th year of life.  At least 40 items were given.  I was delighted to be able to see each child open wrapped things from the past.  It was a treasure to see.  I walked down Memory Lane with them.  One grandchild mentioned that they'd like to have this happen when they are 40.  

I have a stash for each Grandchild, but instead of having items in a scrapbook I have items stashed in labeled yellow envelopes that hopefully will go to each Grandchild when they are older.  Newspaper clippings, birthday party invites, birth announcements, special drawings go inside their envelope.  Makes for using less space on the bookshelf.  It doesn't have to be orderly inside the envelope.  If they go through the envelope they will see that Grandma kept a lot.  grins. All the envelopes are stored in a plastic file box.  

A little at a time, I will clear out of my closet articles of clothing that will go to the thrift shop donation.  I will only keep a few sentimental articles, clothing that I wear often and special occasion items.  Thin out my shoes and purses.  Coats and jackets.  It seems that things are done in phases. 

I am always thinking about a better way of doing things.  Always.  With so many people I know that have died, I know we cannot take things with us as we enter eternity.  MY time has come to get my household in order.  Nothing goes with me, but my spirit.  I'm overdo.  WHILE I AM ALIVE, I shall live.  Less clutter attached to my personality and HOME.  My household functions. I do not need to worry so much about the future and how we will make it.  I will make it the best I can.  

Yesterday, I threw away old notebooks that I have kept as daily planners, notes about thyroid health, religious studies, decorating tips, etc.  It was refreshing to have turn loose of them.  Now to group medical papers, bank statements, receipts galore.  It will lift my spirits to have this caught up once again.  I confess I got lax over grouping and filing my monthly receipts and statements.  I have to have a system that works and I will not beat myself up running so far behind as this has been a year of a pandemic where I had my mind on such things that took away my filing system.  My energy is affected when things are out of order because I know no one else will do this job but oui.  

When my laundry is caught up, I'm satisfied.  Contentment for a short time.  It's a sigh of relief that it is done if not just for a few minutes.  A mini goal fulfilled.    

As this week advances, I'll stay busy doing what I need to get done.  Some HOT TEA moments where I deliberately sit and think about what comes to mind.  The Mailman just dropped the mail off.  He's late today as it usually comes around 9 am.  Today at 1 PM is late.  I wonder. Different carrier.  This one is much younger than our usual carrier.  He must be learning the ropes.

We're half way through the first month of 2021.  Grandchildren's birthdays.  Death of a friend. Horrendous riot breaching Capitol.  Counting of the electoral votes.  Medical appointments. Inauguration this Wednesday.  Waiting for snow.  

No matter your feelings about the election, I pray without ceasing.  You know how it is when you have your eyes opened to the truth how ugly the falsehoods become.  Depending on the intensity of what one believes when the truth soaks in, there is shock value to process. 

Sometimes like a deer caught in the headlights.

x♡x d

Lord, Help me to know the number of my days.  Psalm 90:12 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.