Silly Soap

Nope, it wasn’t the soap that was silly, it was me.  Shock, shock, right??

Remember last year when I was pontificating about being too old to use broken, ugly stuff??  

Well, then what was the justification for this???

used soap bottle

Fancy dancy soap dispenser, order yours now!

Um, straight up laziness, is all I can plead.  No excuses, especially since I’m even older than when I wrote that!

Even worse, look at the counter.  Shameful, shame I say.

messy bathroom counter

Shock and horror that a slob would have a mess!

And nobody to blame but myself.   So annoying!   Sometimes, I regret living alone!  At least when 1 other person lived with me, I could always delude myself that everything was their fault!  (Even when it wasn’t, as was usually the case, if I have to be honest.)

There, now isn’t that better??

lavender soap dispenser

Ah! Lavender, my love!

And it took all of maybe 60 seconds to pour the soap in it, and throw away recycle the bottle.  Take that, laziness!

I even took a few extra seconds, to wipe down the counter and throw away the bowl.  (Yes, it’s been sitting there for over a month, and…..?  The point is, it’s gone now.  Just be happy.)

clean bath counter

So, so pretty!  Thank you, Jeanette, my neighbor for the lovely lavender soap dispenser.  (She doesn’t even like purple, of any shade.  GASP!  I know!  I feel sorry for her too!)

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Extra Extra Expedit Expedition

20150317_221510  Yes, you’ve already seen both these pix.  Deja vu, anyone?

Now that we’ve gotten the boxes off the top, (remember how hard that was???  I’m still having nightmares about reaching over my head!)

And Mama has organized the books, as much as she could in the time allotted;  we are gonna tackle the rest of the behemoth.

Yes, we took care of the blue bin already.

Time to get nit picky, and go for the gold.

See that material way on top?  That’s for my friend, Shirley’s quilt.  Nah, she doesn’t mind if I blog instead of sew.  It’s at least 6 months away from being cold!

So much random crap, I mean, stuff on these shelves!

 

Christmas ornaments?  Yup, don’t you leave yours out all year?  C’mon now, I know some of you do.  I’ve driven by your porches!  (I’m looking at you, Sweet Friend.)

BTW, I know I’m supposed to be de-cluttering, but don’t lay a finger on my Butterfinger books.  You’ll draw back a nub, mister.

But, I did take a deep breath, and donate the books.  That was traumatic.

Part of the donate pile

Part of the donate pile

Mama's & Sis' pile

Mama’s & Sis’ pile

And 2 boxes to Zoe’s Journey, a women’s ministry here in town.

Working on it

Working on it

A nice friend came over to help me.   She was firm, but gentle, making me throw away sentimental items, like cards, AND  DD2’s baby cap.  That she wore home from the hospital!!!

DD2's Home from Hospital cap

DD2’s Home from Hospital cap

Now how ever will I remember that I brought DD2 home from the hospital when she was born???     Waaahh!

But, I do want to recover my home from slobbery, so….    I bit the bullet, and did it.

Thank you nice friend, for pushing me a little, to make better choices.

Looking better!

Looking better!

All the way there! YAY!

All the way there! YAY!

I’m exhausted, by all this extra expediting.  Time for a nap!

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Update:  You know what??   I don’t miss a thing.

The Tale of Two Tiny Tables

In the theme of chipping away at the mountain, here is the tale of 2 tiny tables.

20150330_220752This is the tray table to the left of my recliner.  It’s not a true before, cuz I had already moved some books and mail.  (That troubling memory blip of forgetting to take “befores”!  Will I ever remember????)

There’s cookies, not the healthiest of breakfasts, but hey, I’m grown!  A library book, my black cherry Coke,(oh, you didn’t know Coke made a black cherry flavor?  I’m a cracker from Fl. all soft drinks are Coke, even Pepsi.  Sorry, Jan S.!) and my Bible, plus assorted hair bows, lip balms, and nose spray.

Then, I did a little decluttering, putting things where they belong, (Look, Nicole!! I did it!!) and voila!

20150331_143955  The Bible, and 1 book stay, because I’m actively reading them.  My drink stays because I’m too lazy to go to the kitchen every 2 minutes, when I’m thirsty!  Don’t judge!  And the candy??  Well, I’m quite sure it won’t stay very long!  It’s Dove Dark!

DO NOT LOOK AT THE KITCHEN BAR BEHIND THE TRAY TABLE!!  I’ve been given permission to just go slow, and do a few, (or even one, if that’s all I can do) things a day.  The kitchen bar, and counters, etc are a whole week’s worth of work, at my sloth pace.

Here’s is PP’s petite dining table, before.  Yay! A real before!  I can do it!!  (Actually, the books and mail were on the tray table, I had just shifted them before the before.  You caught me, Shirley.)

20150331_144500  After some decluttering, (and yes, Shirley, I did take all the stuff to its homes. Not just outta camera range.)

20150331_144932 Ta da!  All nice and clean.  Well, decluttered anyway.  I don’t think I’ll bother cleaning off the crayon.  Not till she’s got the “only color on paper” thing down pat!

Thus endeth the tale of two tiny tables.  I dideth terrific.

Horsey Hallway

"Longing"

“Longing”

This beautiful original oil painting is hanging in my long hallway.  Brother hung it up when he moved in, under the hallway light, so it would be showcased.  Mama painted it from memory, of a pencil drawing Brother did when he was in school.  (We will skip over how many years ago that was!  You’re welcome.)

It’s titled “Longing”.  In person, you can actually see the longing in the horse’s eyes, and expression, for freedom.  Very poignant.

Sometimes, I long to be free of my slobbery.  It definitely fences me in, behind literal walls of stuff.

It keeps people from visiting me, because there is no place to sit, due to the laundry, or whatever, on every available flat surface.

When someone is brave enough to visit, and they’re persistent enough to tunnel out a place to sit, they’re usually uncomfortable.  Chaos is uncomfortable.  Our minds seek order. Even if I say it doesn’t bother me to live in such a slobby mess;  sometimes, it does get to me.  And, I despair of ever digging out of the mess.

So, I make stabs at it, here and there.  Last Tuesday, Mama came over and we decluttered, and she organized some, in my bedroom.  (Alert- future post.)

But, overall, what difference did it make?  Sure, I can look around and see carpet now, where I couldn’t before.  And sure, now I can actually see the table top.  And my shirts are actually hanging in my closet.  (GASP- I heard that!)

But, I still have so much to do, and so far to go.  Why do anything, really???

That’s what my slob brain says.  But my “wants to be a cleanie” brain says, “Don’t give up! There’s hope! Keep on doing something!”

I realize I may never be a cleanie, after all, I’ve been a slob for 54 years now.  But, I’m gonna keep on chippin away at the mountain.

Who knows?  Someday, maybe  I’ll be company ready without a 3 day marathon of cleaning!

And when that happens, you’ll be the first to know.  Promise.