BARE WITH ME. I sound repetitive and redundant, but hey. Typing this all out helps me figure out what the heck I'm doing to make this downsizing all come to past and I'm alright if someone reads this with opinions different than mine. Being transparent.
OH HEAVENS. The front bedroom is calling my name. I hear you. I can't seem to rest very long at the moment before I go another round of moving heavy boxes while grouping all my dolls on one side of the room and the heavy BOXES of pictures with excess papers to the other side of the room. Grunt and move. Doing a lot of thinking as I grunt.
As I shuffle boxes about and move large pieces of furniture by myself, I grumble that I NEVER want to do this again. NEVER!!!! If there's a will there's a way, but please add some wisdom in there. Just because you can doesn't mean you should. Amen.
Boxing things to sell using smaller boxes than what I have now so the boxes won't be as heavy as they are means less weight and less energy to move. Perhaps I have learned my lesson. A sale in the SPRING is coming.
TODAY. Digging out two pieces of furniture from under boxes were the pie table and an antique chair. I carried the pie table and an antique chair to the living room dodging boxes on the floor as I carried the items all by myself. I folded up the long work table that was in the room. It was a work out getting this far. I sweated and panted.
Standing on my head to get the table folded in very crowded quarters should have been filmed with me dancing about the room trying to fold the table up. Finally was able to scoot the heavy table to the Dining room. I got my exercise. Heavy does it. With this done, I returned the pie table and chair back to the bedroom to place them next to the windows. Took more muscle.
Boxes had to be lifted and placed in a different floor space. I managed, but I am pooped. Taking short breaks as I go. I could have used a crew to help me, but then there would not have been room enough to even turn around in place. It's that cramped. I did what I could and then some. I'll be sore tomorrow. SORE.
I'm about half way done with clearing out the corner of the room where a bookcase will rest for storing quilts. Getting the bookcase located to the bedroom is another story altogether. I don't suppose I'll get this completed for a few days, but when I get the bookcase in place I'll celebrate.
The day will come when the boxes are all empty. This will take more patience from me. Time.
Over the week-end I'll move the crystal from above the stove cabinet to the cabinet to the right of the sink. Looking at my glassware, I think I will have to get rid of just everyday cups. Then the area above the stove will hold the many boxes of tea we have that are on the bookcase in the Kitchen. I'll have to get creative with the other things that are stored on the bookcase in the Kitchen so I can move it to the bedroom for quilts. This is way harder than I like to admit. Shucks.
When I finally get to a stopping place where everything is in order, I never want to do this AGAIN. NEVER. I pray that I can get to this place faster than fast so I can enjoy LIFE more by doing other things LIKE... There will be order. End of subject. Cleaning out the garage and storage units will take a good year or more. That's the way it is. Staying excited about this is taking some effort. Lord help.
There is more to LIFE than all this HOARDER drama.
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