Zig-zag
On my way towards writing my blog yesterday, life got in the way. First there was a phone call from my sister L. She announced that she was driving over to hang out for a bit. Then, as fate would have it, during the pouring rain, our cellar room at the front of our home flooded. What an absolute mess!
Mop, mop, mop and bail. By the time everything was under control, big sis helped me with some gutter repair...which of course led to trimming the Maple trees above the porch. In between, there was lunch to fix and then dinner to prepare for my family.
Have you ever had one of those days, you know the sort that feels like a zig-zag approach to life? Well, yesterday fell into that category.
Before too long my daughter will be moving home. We seem to have three zillion things to do and time is tick-ticking. Sifting through years of clutter is a great challenge to me. What to keep and what to throw away, now there is the question.
I've figured out a great strategy to thwart sentimental attachment. It involves technology and the use of a digital camera. I'll take a picture and then the item lands in a donation bin. One, two, three...snap, snap...clean, clean. I'd love to adopt a more clutter free existence. Living with less is easier all around. With less there is more.
The thing that has frustrated me throughout the years is how when I manage to clear out a space for the ease of an open area, one of my other family members will bring home ___________ because, "can you believe they were going to just throw this away?"
It often feels as if I'm in a swimming competition. I see the wall ahead...kick, kick, kick, arm stroke after arm stroke, I'm three feet from accomplishing twenty five laps but someone grabs hold of my left foot and pulls me all the way back to the starting line. Over and over and over again...
The pistol then fires for a new race and I jump. I know I should be swimming except by then, I'm out of energy. Part of me just wishes to take a moment, to submerge myself to the bottom of the pool, cross my legs and just sit there until I can't hold my breath any longer. There is something very peaceful from the floor of the pool. Life is happening, people are kicking, they are moving in a slow motion ballet...there are no unreasonable demands, just the sound of water bubbling intermingled with the echo from the high pitched ceiling above. When I finally resurface, the world seems to have changed. The shift is not anything monumental but when you study everything close enough, the evidence is there.
By the time I gave up last night, I lost the oomph to finish the short story I was penning. I do believe my eyes were closed by the time I reached my pillow. Water, trees, sister L, meals and the malice of Mother Nature, who could blame me?
That is all for now. Until next Thursday, that is, if fate is on my side...
~Trixie Archer
Mop, mop, mop and bail. By the time everything was under control, big sis helped me with some gutter repair...which of course led to trimming the Maple trees above the porch. In between, there was lunch to fix and then dinner to prepare for my family.
Have you ever had one of those days, you know the sort that feels like a zig-zag approach to life? Well, yesterday fell into that category.
Before too long my daughter will be moving home. We seem to have three zillion things to do and time is tick-ticking. Sifting through years of clutter is a great challenge to me. What to keep and what to throw away, now there is the question.
I've figured out a great strategy to thwart sentimental attachment. It involves technology and the use of a digital camera. I'll take a picture and then the item lands in a donation bin. One, two, three...snap, snap...clean, clean. I'd love to adopt a more clutter free existence. Living with less is easier all around. With less there is more.
The thing that has frustrated me throughout the years is how when I manage to clear out a space for the ease of an open area, one of my other family members will bring home ___________ because, "can you believe they were going to just throw this away?"
It often feels as if I'm in a swimming competition. I see the wall ahead...kick, kick, kick, arm stroke after arm stroke, I'm three feet from accomplishing twenty five laps but someone grabs hold of my left foot and pulls me all the way back to the starting line. Over and over and over again...
The pistol then fires for a new race and I jump. I know I should be swimming except by then, I'm out of energy. Part of me just wishes to take a moment, to submerge myself to the bottom of the pool, cross my legs and just sit there until I can't hold my breath any longer. There is something very peaceful from the floor of the pool. Life is happening, people are kicking, they are moving in a slow motion ballet...there are no unreasonable demands, just the sound of water bubbling intermingled with the echo from the high pitched ceiling above. When I finally resurface, the world seems to have changed. The shift is not anything monumental but when you study everything close enough, the evidence is there.
By the time I gave up last night, I lost the oomph to finish the short story I was penning. I do believe my eyes were closed by the time I reached my pillow. Water, trees, sister L, meals and the malice of Mother Nature, who could blame me?
That is all for now. Until next Thursday, that is, if fate is on my side...
~Trixie Archer
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