Or squawk, Polly wanna cracker. I wish I had a parrot that I taught to curse like a sailor. Uh no I don’t. I am just joking with ya. I am loopy from all the fumes. What fumes? There aren’t any fumes. I am in the house now, not out in my funky smelling rental car.
I guess I am just my usual loopy self. That’s what the purge does to you. I am still on the path to organization. I found an 18-year-old journal that I started the day we moved into this house. I re-read it of course. Slowing me down. But I enjoyed remembering. I may or may not share some of that in a different post.
Any who. Today is a banner day. I am eliminating some piles and creating other smaller piles. But I can’t quite figure out what to save and what to toss. Like all the receipts from my dad’s life insurance. The money was deposited long ago and put to good use. Main reason we paid off our house early. Thank you daddy!! Still I hold on to these slips of paper from Catholic Life, Hermann Sons and SPJST. When B (who has taken it upon himself to vacuum all the ceiling fans and window treatments) asked me what was taking so long I told him this!! And showed him the stack of envelopes from 2007!!!
Sweet B says put them in a folder to save. That saving them is not going to hurt anything. He knows I would struggle shredding these.
This room I sit in now, blogging away instead of organizing, used to be Pony’s bedroom. I vividly remember all the times I told him to clean up this space. I was always hands off, barking orders, then inspecting. I never broke down to clean for him. After all, I wanted him to know how to take care of himself. That included learning how to cook and doing his own laundry from the time he could reach the top of the machine.
I found out quite by accident that he never really cleaned his room. Instead he stuffed everything into the closet. When the extent of my inspection was opening the door and quickly looking in, I had no idea. And what did it matter in the big scheme of things.
Any who part two. We are breaking for an early lunch. Then I will be back at it with my side kick B. He will be the gentle nudge I need to finish this today! (or tomorrow or when the hell ever). Lol! Polly wanna wallow. Not really. Organizing my stuff truly makes my Saturday!!!
As always, more to come.