You know how it is. I know you know how it is. Life gets crapola on a stick so you buy yourself a little treat of something a bit crafty that you’ll do to cheer yourself up when you have five minutes away from wading through what you’re wading through. You know. Then you get an upsetting phone call from your mother, currently on a cruise ship but planning to disembark at Rio, so you watch a crafting channel because you can’t think and you buy a paper crafting kit that will be lovely to do one day.
And you go to a shop and you visit a show and you come back with the nice paper bags…..
Worse, you clear a house and rescue boxes full of stuff. Then you get out your own stuff to decide which stuff to stuff and which stuff to keep……….
There are TV programmes where kindly neighbours rescue people who have to climb a mountain of junk to swim through the tiny hole up near the doorframe to get to the kitchen where the cooker was buried in camping equipment and plastic bags full of wedding dresses long ago.
So you wake up screaming and begin the ten year tidy up.
Ideally you should not begin by buying a load of boxes to put stuff in to get you started or three special offers while you’re getting up the courage to do it, but you know, (and I know you do know)…….. whatever really gets you started.
So I have. As I’ve been in clearing rubbish mode since May 3rd, I’ve just carried on.
So far I have found the carpet.
Boy do we need a new carpet.
Paper crafting is quite a good hobby, because you don’t even have to throw stuff away, all you have to be able to do is recycle paper. Even I can do that.
The OH and I are having great……..let’s call them discussions. The Ruby wedding looms. I am not catering for the freeloaders at the pub. He will not entertain my Al-Anon friends. I do not want to go on holiday with him and sit in a hotel room while he drinks for 4 hours every night.
Impasse. But instead of filling the dead space between the morsels of communication with shopping I’m filling them with clearing right out.
Any day now I may find the walls.
The cats are just going to have to get used to sleeping on empty chairs or the floor like cats in tidy houses. (No, who am I kidding? They’ll be on the beds first opportunity, as always.)
It’s one of them there metaphors for life and if you do it enough you can even get used to it. Oh I say, hang on, I’ve just spotted what may be a surface. My goodness if I had a surface I could do one of those lovely new….
Back later.
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The things I would do if I didn’t have things to do.