THE RAIN HAS GIVEN CAUSE TO STOP CLEARING FURNITURE OUT OF A STORAGE UNIT. ONE OF THE BEAUTIFUL Curio cabinets we owned was cleared out of the unit a few weeks ago going to a new owner and the second one was scheduled to go yesterday or today. The rain put a pause on the activity.
As I stood on our covered porch this afternoon, the gentle rain that is falling is making a peaceful sound to listen to. It's these gentle rains that make the environment a nice place to be living amongst.
Hubby is off to the Court House to pay for our auto tags and taxes then to visit the local newspaper office to pay for the renewal of our newspaper subscription.
BACK HOME. Each day things related to downsizing or getting better settled into our retirement cottage needs to take place in order for me to know that we are making progress on lightening the load around here. Everyday. If I only get one thing moved, I have to pat myself on the back and whisper that something was done. Amen. We need to make progress because when days on end pass and nothing gets done, I get bewildered. The show must go on and then some. I have to have something take place. If not, it is like walking through a wall of molasses.
What a mess.
Each day I set out a plan of what needs to be done. I'm not always successful in getting it done and then I have to get creative on an excuse as to why it didn't. If the only ounce of exercise I get done takes place in the brain alone then it is not a complete failure. Right? Because I had the thinking going on like playing a mind game.
Getting the small cottage livable is a task that I am still working on. I am beside myself and have to be a cheerleader of sorts to pave a way to get through this overwhelming work. My mind is full of thoughts about what needs to be done. Tis burning up my adrenals when I have all these thoughts on the back burner and nothing physically happens in 3D. sigh. It's more than being mindful of the events. My mind is on overdrive.
I took a peek in the garage and stood still surveying the damage. It will be a major JOB to clear this out. For now, I think I should pull a few items out each day to make a way through the disaster. I brought indoors a plastic back pack full of children's dry marker books. Sanitized it.
Wiped the exterior of the bag and placed it with other children's toys. I have to wash down a Fischer Price Doll House that I want to keep that belongs to my 46 year old daughter. I want to keep it and a FP Play TRAIN that my children played with decades ago. Then in a large green plastic storage tub holds a beautiful set of white with gold trim cookware. I took the tub indoors.
I purchased this cookware back in 1993ish when we were renting a small house in Marion, KS. I gave myself permission to buy these at SAMS to encourage me to not get discouraged having left my gorgeous Texas house and now living in a run down rental. I told myself I'd use these when we got into our own house again. After we left Marion, we rented an apartment in Tulsa and then a dump in Jenks, Oklahoma. From here we went to a small house in Manhattan, KS., left it to live in an old farmhouse and then ended up in an old stone house where the blogging adventure took place. House fire and relocated in a different community and stayed for 6 and half years just to turn around to settle down in a small Folk Victorian COTTAGE where we are right now.
I have never used these gorgeous pots and pans. They have been in storage all these years. 33 years and they look brand new. Do I use these, sell them, or give them away? They have been in storage for so long, I forgot I had them. This is something else. 8 moves later, I found them all over again. sigh.
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ON THE HOME FRONT. Yesterday, the lawn boy arrived and mowed our yard. It looks so much better I could cry tears of joy. He did a super good job. You have no idea how uplifting this makes me feel. Let me tell you, it lifted my worn down expression of reality to a higher vibration. grins. A BUZZ took place. Something so simple goes a long ways these days.
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The flowerbeds will get attention this SUMMER. They have to be overworked and completely de-weeded. Presently the beds are thick with overgrown Bermuda grass. The tops of Irises are poking out from the deep grass. Last March, I had planned to work on this, but my hip pain took over my life where I could not walk well little else pull weeds. This is when I should have hired a young person to do this task before NATURE TOOK OVER and did a number on my beautiful flowers. We had a horrible freeze last WINTER and the overgrowth of grass may have been the saving grace for preserving the Irises all together so I shouldn't complain. Count yo' blessings one by one.
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The SUMMER will provide a heat wave to where working in the yard will have to take place in the early hours of the day. I'll have to make a date with myself and set the alarm clock to where I treat it like a hired job. If I can get these flowerbeds cleared out, I will have accomplished a huge task for an old woman like me. 👵
TODAY IS THURSDAY and I have to figure out what to do next. How do I get things done when my energy level is way low? I'll do my best to do some laundry. I want to place a EASTLAKE TABLE in the utility room to get it out of my dining room. I don't want to get rid of it just relocate it. A major shuffle has to happen first, so I will slowly work on this project. Hubby said he'd help me.
TODAY'S TASK WILL BE TO SHUFFLE THINGS IN THE SMALL UTILITY ROOM. It is a cramped room with too much in there, but it is the way it is because of the size of the Utility room with an overload of belongings. There's a metal rack in there to hold the overflow of small kitchen appliances that have no where to go in the Kitchen. My old treadle sewing machine is in there with a computer printer on top of it. A small upright freezer takes up space. The washer and drier of course. A clothing rack. I sometimes feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I have to take control of this mess and make a difference. I think I'm stuck in the mud.
