We’re having Thanksgiving at our place this year…
I remember from my youth mom would annually FREAK OUT about the impending holidays and tear through the house like a whirling dervish and clean. Guess I inherited more than an irregular heartbeat.
ALL we did over the weekend was clean… and take massive stabs at the mountains of crap stuff that remained in boxes, (STILL), from the office move.
The back of the house is resembling functional rooms now… The front of the house is piled with boxes marked to go to my dad’s basement for storage. This includes what we dreamed of doing over a year ago:
ALL OF THE CDs ARE BOXED UP….. (they’ve all been ripped to the firewire drives)….
and
ALL OF THE DVD BOXES ARE PACKED…. (we took them out and they all fit nicely in one of those leather case things that holds 230 discs from Target).
The new lack of clutter is so nice… I walked into the back bedroom to get an outfit for today and just stood in the doorway and smiled at the new sparsely furnished room.
I’m discovering that minimal, tidy ORDER to be something like Prozac for me…. No wonder I admire my arty single friends’ pads so much.
I’m discovering that I may be in denial over blogging.