I didn’t mean to…
I simply have gotten lost inside the Dante-esque seven terraces of Mount Purgatory which are my closets and “junk room”.
After more than a decade of promising, threatening, and bargaining with myself, to organize and clean this shameful part of my life (my total inability to keep house!)… it is happening. Halfway through and already exhausted, I am soldiering on even though it means photos are unpublished and garden musings unwritten.
[updated to say I finally got the upper hand in my quest to Declutter]
I take respite with breaks walking around my garden or sitting on my porch looking at a beautiful late May day, while listening to cheerful birdsong… then it is back into the murky depths, resulting in bags of my life’s detritus for the Goodwill people. Good detritus for someone other than me. Clothes I will never fit into again, children’s clothes, outgrown toys… all gone gone gone.
I also have post fodder for the old house blog– since along the way I put up curtains, repainted the bathroom, and Handyman has installed a kitchen cabinet… as well as accomplished various odd jobs including tilling and buying replacement mowers, etc…
It is a very busy spring.
