I had a goal while on vacation a few weeks ago to clean up my basement. It's so easy to stand at the top of the stairs and just toss stuff down and forget about it. That's the super lazy Sue that sometimes occupies my body. The other one is horrified at my basement mess and realizes that she would feel much better and less stressed if all the crap was organized.
I got part of the basement straightened out, but more still awaits my magic touch. Today I hit the basement briefly to make sure nothing gets wet with the large amount of rain and melting snow we have in our forecast for the next few days. Unfortunately, my basement does get water in it when it rains really hard, and the combination of 1.5 inches of rain on top of the large amounts of snow that are melting means I will probably get something in the basement. What can I say? My house is over 80 years old. Boo.
Here's what I discovered this morning:
I have been hoarding plastic shopping bags for no reason. I keep finding them all over--completely empty. Needless to say, I'll be making a trip to the grocery store, where they have a barrel set up to recycle plastic bags. What does this say about me? Why? Why? Why? That's all I can ask myself. I have no clue.
I have even more books that I thought. They are everywhere in boxes.
I have an enormous amount of pictures just tossed in a box. I think I need to invest in a few albums and get them organized. The thought of this just does not fill me with any amount of excitement--not even a teeny-weeny bit.
I have taken an extreme dislike to pretty much all of my Christmas decorations. Trying to stifle the impulse to just toss them all. That would mean I would be stressed out trying to find stuff to decorate for Christmas in a mere 9 months!! But I can certainly get rid of the stuff I absolutely loathe. Light up snowman snow globe? Buh-bye. Christmas teddy bear? So long!
Bud and I will have to have a big enough house so we can have our own wine cellar. I think you can understand my meaning here. If the apocalypse ever happens, I have enough wine to keep me blissfully ignorant of it for at least a good year.
I'll be drinking that wine and eating cans of baked beans during the apocalypse. I have far too many and can't possibly eat them all. I'm sure the wine will cover the taste, so I guess I'll manage okay.