friday
july something
1,000 degrees in the shade


DISTRACTED BY JUNK

now that my kids are gone and married and have places of their own, i am busy trying to clean out every single solitary thing in my house. all closets, drawers, garage, etc. i am making a proverbial "garage sale pile". i do this often and usually end up taking it to a community donation bin because i get sick of the junk piled up.

i make myself crazy because i can't quite get things put away. i get distracted at looking at the pictures i find or i decide that i need to get a drawer divider from walmart and then get distracted at walmart by the fish tanks and never get back to the task of getting stuff cleaned out.

experts say that one has to have a reason to get up in the morning to live a good life. so is my reason to get up to once again try to de-junk? lance wants to be a minimalist but i reminded him that he married me and he knew what he was getting into.

i had a gigantic toy closet when i grew up. i was supposed to keep the toys tidied in the shelves, but the toy closet scared me. it was long and narrow and with my vivid imagination i believed there were monsters and scary things in there. i would open the door to the closet and throw my toys inside and slam the door shut before evil toy clowns or something grabbed me.

about once a month, my mom would tell me that it was time to clean the closet. at least she asked me in the daytime. so my plan was always call my neighbor, kim, over. (she was the one with the surrey). once she got there, i'd say that my mom just told me that i couldn't play until i cleaned the closet. she always offered to help. she must have had a organization gene even as a child because she's the one that got me motivated. the closet got straightened and we had time left to play with the toys. then her mother would call her home. i went about my business until my mom had me clean up my toys and so i would open the toy closet door and throw in the barbies and board games and quickly shut the door so no gargoyles would escape...and the cycle would continue.

what i need today to help me get this house in order is to call kim over...too bad she lives in oklahoma city.

until next time....