THANK GOD, I am feeling so much better. ROUGH GOINGS after being under the weather on Tuesday and some of Wednesday. Soda crackers and Sprite helped. Lots of rest and a HUSBAND that allowed me time to rest. Upset stomach isn't much fun.
On WEDNESDAY, I gathered things to go for donation. Things cluttered up the table top. Placed the things in boxes then grouped it in the Living room so I could load in the car taking it to a donation center in TOPEKA. Like a cleansing taking place. Lord have mercy...it needs cleansed.
I rested as I went. Did some laundry. Ate soda crackers and sipped on Sprite. No heavy food. Can't stomach it.
Sometimes I feel like I'm spinning my wheels and getting nowhere with thinning out. Where's the light at the end of the tunnel? Becoming a minimalist is hard work for an old woman like me. Having to talk to myself to encourage myself to keep at it. I want to give up, but know that I cannot. Have to stay the course. I never imagined that this phase of LIFE would require so much effort.
Hubby and I are tired. Going on 7 months of being here at the COTTAGE and we are still not settled. Shocking. The clean-up after having to rush out of the big house we sold, was not what you'd call a clean move. Things were moved out of the house as fast as we could go and when doing this we had to take short cuts to make it happen quickly. THINGS were taken to storage and what a mess. Things were crammed into the COTTAGE requiring effort to sort through. It will take a year before we can go through all the boxes in the storage units. The storage units are like an extension of our basement/attic.
Today, I made headway on thinning out STUFF that will be donated. How do I feel? In disbelief I held onto so much stuff. Is it lack of FAITH and TRUST in the LORD that HE will supply our needs? I wondered about this.
I gave it some more thought about putting the Victorian Bedroom furniture into the storage side of the garage making it into a spare bedroom and turning the small pink bedroom into a TV room. In doing so, the front Living room would be a PARLOR and our messy everyday room would be in the TINY BEDROOM. The more I think about this the more it becomes appealing to me.
The things that go through ones mind when ill.
Every now and then I touch base with how the trial is going concerning President Trump. He's in a world of hurt. I'll remain mute on my true feelings about #45. One very touchy subject matter. A HOT BUTTON in today's society. Still, I check in to see how this is progressing.
It is healthier for me to read about nutrition and decorating than #45.
HUBBY is ill now and I have a different thing going on with my body. Lord, Have mercy.
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