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It’s only fitting

It’s only fitting that, on my very last day of 9 glorious days off, I’d wake to this:

12.1.19 First snow an Emjayandthem(C) photo

It was, by far,  the best sleep of my entire week off … the house calm, dark and quiet.

A heavy quiet that only fresh snow can insulate  us from a hurry-up / busy world.  Cocooning from the noise around Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Leftovers, Holiday Travel, deadlines, to-Do lists.  Z-z-z-z-z-z

Planning to go out I re-planned and stayed in.

Coffee up. Decorations out.  Christmas is-a-coming.

Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la!

I’m always intrigued by what I end up doing when I’m “off.”  Intentions are good but sometimes one should just lean in and “be.”

Example:

I went to bed when tired (10:30, 12:30, 1:30) and got up when I wasn’t (6:30, 7:30, 8:30.. )  ~  it depends and every day differed.

Worked out twice, but still clocked 10K steps daily **in the house**.  One day? 13K 🙂 and that was while cleaning!

Cleaned, scrubbed, sorted and donated.

Read, read, and read some more.

Watched a movie.  One. Meant to watch more, but visiting got in the way.

Subsided on take-out, leftovers and charcuterie.

And it was wonderful.

Your turn:

  • When’s the last time you surprised yourself?
  • What have you learned by setting plans aside and embracing what life brings you?

 

 

 

 

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What stands between

Moving – it’s both exciting and an anxiety driver!

We don’t have a close date for our new house and haven’t yet listed this one but we’ve started the arduous process of sorting and packing  ~ because you have to start somewhere.  And in a 4 level 4 Br house with plenty of closet space guess what happens in 15 years?  You fill those closets and drawers.  And when you start to pack you find things that make you question why you saved what you did.

clutter Peter Walsh

Like our ideal rooms, Hubbs and my ideas of what stays and what goes can differ.  He casually commented on my many books – “not negotiable” is what he heard in reply.  He smiled in understanding and because he knows when not to push further.

There are things we can toss — he still had manuals to cars we no longer own. 5-year-old receipts.  Small appliances or other items  that don’t work.  Shoes that don’t fit. Clothing purchased by price point. All gone.

We found other items we can’t part with – handmade artwork featuring toothless little grins.  Baby clothes. Home videos. Pictures.

Then there are the gifts we’ve been given that were never used, supplies to gatherings we no longer host – serving trays and margarita glasses and party favors -all  in the Goodwill pile.  In fact, that pile is growing – and all of those useful items can bless someone else – silk plants, end tables, decorative vases, wall art, quilts, blankets, old printers, costume jewelry, throw pillows, Christmas stuff, clothes, shoes, purses and toys.  And more.

You see when you buy a new-to-you house part of the magic that transpires is picturing yourself living there.   You can dream out loud about colors and fabrics and textures and wish lists.  I want color – lots and lots of it – a lovely purpley-blue for my bedroom, a deep carmelly brown for the living room, bookshelves and reading chairs, and splashes of my favorite color – cobalt – peppered throughout. He likes clean lines and less stuff, the high ceilings and open spaces.  We agree on new appliances and cabinet pulls.  Because the test we’ve been applying is this one:

does it bring you joy

Packing is tiring and hard work. It’s emotional and exhausting.  But… it’s also liberating. Case in point: yesterday, down on my hands & knees with my face in books and CDs, I laughed at my “postponed decisions” (clutter) – and decided to gift someone else with my extensive Christmas music collection.  Why?  I have all the songs I love converted to Mp3s on my computer.  And if that crashes I’ll download more.  Whatever. Moving on.

We’ve got a long ways to go and a short time to get there … but we’ll tackle this as we always do: together. Laughing at what we find along the way and feeling good about what we let go.

~~ How about you? Got any moving tips?  What’s the one item you’ve taken from home to home?   What does your dream bedroom look like? ~~

 

 

 

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Meaningful meanderings

So, there I was yesterday, puttering around the house as I’m apt to do on a weekend morning… Hubbs was golfing, youngest still snoozing, and I found myself with time on my hands and no particular plan – which was exactly my intention. 🙂

Hot and steamy outside, the last place I wanted to be was out in that.  Plus the meds I’ve been on for this nasty respiratory bug make me more sensitive to the sun. Well I’m someone who’s already sensitive to the sun.  Step outside and I might burst into flames!

I meandered my way to the basement and decided it was time: time to clean the laundry room. About 40 min and 2 trash bags later, the room was cleaner, better organized and just more appealing. Since I was down there anyways, and I’d already lugged the vacuum that far, I decided to clean up the other side – the TV room Hubbs enjoys most of the winter.  He hasn’t yet moved his entertainment setup to the garage for summer baseball so it’s a room that needs, but doesn’t always get, attention. Windex, paper towel, vacuum, and another trash bag nearly filled.  Cracked open a window, rearranged a few things and smiled at my handiwork.

clean house

Making my way back up I thought, well, here I am here at the stairs and yep, they need a cleaning, too …. next, I arrived at the walkout level, where hubbs’ office and youngest boy’s rooms are … bypassing the snoozing kid, I swept through the office, folding up cartons and vacuuming behind boxes that hadn’t been moved in some time.   (This room tends to be the “catch-all room” – and I’ve learned that clutter is just a postponed decision.  No more).

By now the youngest had rolled out of bed and gave me a sleepy smile. Up he went to smash some banana bread while I worked my way through the office.  I vacuumed my way up the stairs to the main floor where I found him grinning at me.

“Mom, do you always hum a song when you clean?” 

“I don’t know, didn’t realize I was doing that.”

“Well .. it’s cute. And hey, great banana bread!”

With that, he was off to the shower and I was back in the kitchen, putting away the  cleaning supplies and pulling out items to cook.

He strolled through the kitchen in his long-legged way then stopped and asked, “Anything you need help with before I take off?”

“Actually, yes, the pool opens tomorrow, would you please bring the equipment out to the patio for me. Thanks!”

“No problem, Mom.”

And with that, he left to run his errands, I turned on my tunes and started sautéing.

And today, after waking early, I crept downstairs to our clean and tidy home and smiled.  I smiled that, this time, my weekend meanderings didn’t involve spending time looking for something or trying to make sense of stuff I no longer want.

 “Your attitude has to change from ‘Why do I have to do this!’ to ‘This is my home and I deserve to have a wonderful place to live, this blesses my home, and my family and most of all me!'” ~ Flylady

Does your home reflect how you want to live? If not, what do you want to change?

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Reordering the order

I’ve been on a cleaning kick of late:

Cleaning out, sorting through, giving away and tidying up.

My cousin and I chat often and she’s well aware of the “stuff” that’s been taking up space in my head. She’s the one who picked up on my cleaning tendencies from 1,700 miles away.

How?

In an email, she referenced the tasks she considering doing last weekend.  I wrote back … and prioritized her list for her.   Geez.

This mouse likes a clean house! google.images.com

She commented, “Tidying up is one of your ‘tells’ you know” …. and she’s right.  When my world feels chaotic, there’s something in me that needs to organize what I can. It helps me make sense of the crazy.

As a girl, I remember “playing” office.  I’d straighten up papers and play with the typewriter, sit behind a desk and pretend to talk on the phone.  The desk was always clean.  The thing is, I didn’t know anyone who worked in an office so I don’t know who I was channeling. My siblings and played “School,” too, but this was different. “Office” wasn’t adventurous; “Office” could be played alone. The “Office” was also where I retreated to on wintry days when I couldn’t escape on my pony to sort out my thoughts.

To this day, my office is neat and clean.  Why?  Because job demands can change on a dime so being organized helps me deal with others … who are not. But that’s not all of it:  keeping my work space tidy …calms me.

At home, most of our space is organized and clean. There are areas that needed attention and lately, they’ve gotten it. They’re tidier, I’m feeling more at ease, and those other things picking at me? They’re still there.

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What are your conscious (or not so conscious) ways of dealing with stress?

a room like this would stress me out; image from AETV.com

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