Intro
I entered middle age a few years ago...okay, a little more than a few. Our daughters are 28 and 26. After they left, I cautiously redecorated their bedrooms. I did the usual, donated "Lucky" brand jeans (left from 3rd grade) and stuffed animals to a local thrift store. Next, I threw away countless plastic bags from "The Gap" and other retailers. Some of them included various amounts of change, which of course I took as my housekeeping fee. Every $6.40 helps!
I slowly bought new furniture items that I liked - a futon and frame, small roll-top desk, area rugs and lamps. One room was starting to resemble my new "office" which would double as a guest room when necessary. One morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard (and felt) a very large boom-crash. I cautiously walked upstairs to find the dust clearing and about half of the ceiling of my new room on the floor. Ah, the joys of owning an antique house...
I'll be brief
Tonight I am excited about 2 things. First of all, I saw a commercial today for a show called, "Hoarders, Buried Alive." Of course they were not buried alive in the literal sense, but when I saw the shots of their homes, I breathed a sigh of relief - and gratitude. I know that I collect more things than I need to, but I am in favor of getting rid of much of it. My problem has, for the most part, been laziness; not a need to have all of it.
The other thing that has my heart singing is that I moved the file cabinet downstairs into the space I hollowed out for it - yay!
The bummer is that I have a cold. I'm leaking out of my eyes and nose and coughing almost non-stop. So, now I'm going to take some cough syrup and go to bed. Nighty-nite!
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