AS I GO BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN OUR MAIN HOUSE and the COTTAGE across the river, I have time to think about what to do to the COTTAGE to get it ready for habitation, where pieces of furniture will go, where to store things and will we fit. I continue to thin out our belongings.
My slow, but steady decluttering and downsizing continues. I will begin carrying from one of the bedrooms to the Kitchen for staging, storage boxes full of Christmas decorations thinning out as I go. With much thought, I have an idea what to keep and what to get rid of. The COTTAGE has a garage with a side room that will get cleared out and Christmas decor will go in there. Tadaah...it'll work. Garland in storage boxes, ornaments, wreaths, Nativity Scenes, Santas will go on muscle racks. This storage area will come in very handy for Holiday decor.
Yesterday, we went to Manhattan's Home Depot AND Menards. While in Home Depot, I looked at carpeting, tile, flooring, etc. This was fun. Getting more ideas for decorating a small COTTAGE. There's a small area in the COTTAGE's Kitchen that needs tile behind the stove and cabinets. Debating between what color to go with for the cabinets, countertops and backsplash. It's ridiculous how I cannot make up my mind. Wish it were already done, but not.
The Kitchen is small so a lighter color will visually help with making the room seem slightly larger. A small white Kitchen will be just fine and more importantly FUNCTIONAL.
A small paint roller was bought to use for painting the inside of the pantry. The can of paint awaits me as I speak. It took months to paint the main house's Dining room. This small pantry will get dealt with in a few days. Not so much talk. More action. The shelves have been scrubbed made ready for a fresh coat of paint.
Hubby said after he fixes the water sprinklers at the main house, he will return to the COTTAGE to continue gutting the Bathroom. We have done a great deal of remodeling through the years...this small COTTAGE should be a piece of cake. Still we are older with challenges and this task isn't happening fast at all. What an adventure. Talk to me somebody.
Today I will make a trip to Topeka to donate a car load of goodies. Everything from chandeliers to glassware and of course more clothing. It'll be a hot day with temps in the 90s. Yesterday, it hit 102 in Manhattan. Like a furnace. Hottest 2022 day so far and it's not even July. While in Topeka, hearing aid batteries, coffee pods and coffee cup lids need to be picked up from Sams. Possibly go to Natural Grocers for organic fruit and veggies, over to the COTTAGE to work a bit then HOME. I need to run the vacuum in the COTTAGE and day dream as I walk about.
I have spent years building up our Estate and now it is taking years to thin it out. This is a privilege to have this challenge. A privilege. Sometimes people have nothing or what they do have is destroyed or stollen. After our 2016 house fire, much was lost or damaged. Restoring and replacing it took place plus adding more things over the last 5 and a half years. NOW I must thin out.
Tis doable as I take a carload to donate. Not bragging, but there is far more to thin out. Dear Lord, I ask that you help me be realistic about these material things and let me know what to do with them. Going through everything and saying good-bye to each article that needs to go so I am not a hoarder is needed. Having a healthy attitude is needed. In Jesus Name I pray, Amen.
Watched a late night 1999 Fantasy/Drama movie, THE GREEN MILE with Tom Hanks, Bonnie Hunt, Michael Clark Duncan amongst other fine actors. Three times I've seen it and I still like this one. Some rough language, but it is like this in the real world. Rated R and rightfully so.
Paul Edgecomb (Tom Hanks) walked the mile with a variety of cons. He had never encountered someone like John Coffey (Michael Clarke Duncan), a massive black man convicted of brutally killing a pair of young sisters. Coffey had the size and strength to kill anyone, but not the demeanor. Beyond his simple, naive nature and a deathly fear of the dark, Coffey seemed to possess a prodigious, supernatural gift. Paul began to question whether Coffey was truly guilty of murdering the two girls.
This week is my Son's 47th birthday. Nearing 50. Mustn't get too far ahead of myself as I need to embrace today. Mailed his card yesterday. Father's Day is coming. Better get the cards in the mail tomorrow. I still like mailing cards and receiving them. I will need to type my Mom a letter and mail her some newspaper clippings. Such a simple thing, but I can't seem to get this done.
