Wednesday, February 1, 2017



A place for everything and everything in it’s place.  Sounds so simple, but it’s not that easy.  I’m a nester, a collector, a person who surrounds myself with things that make me happy.  I had such lofty ideals about minimizing when we moved last December, and I really have tried.  Everything is organized in the house now, hubby is still working in the garage, sorting, separating, filling dumpsters, thank goodness they are building a house next door.  But still, there is a lot of stuff in my house and how I ever had all of this in the condo I’ll never know

But onward and upward, we somehow keep bringing boxes in the house, It’s things I had forgotten about, so why do I think I need them?  And things I’ve told him to pitch, I somehow wish I had back.  Today, he unearthed wind chimes in the garage, and I heard the tinkle and yes, they made me smile.  I do love wind chimes.  I’ll find a place for them, tomorrow I will.“

*Sigh* We’re both ready for this to be over, to have everything sorted, sold, cleaned away and have life back to normal, if I even remember what “normal” is. 

We’re getting there, slowly and steadily, and spring arrives early in Tennessee, I’m ready...


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