Showing posts with label anti-hoarding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anti-hoarding. Show all posts
Monday, August 19, 2013
Bullets In The Moment
Sometimes it seems like it's easier to blog when there's not so much that I could blog about, you know what I mean?
There's quite a bit going on around here.
It's not so much that I feel overwhelmed. It's just that I'm not sure how to break it down into digestible pieces, rather than yammer on in a not so interesting way.
For today, let's go with the bullet points...
o I have discovered that there is yet another layer of stuff that I am ready to have out of my life that is still currently residing in my house. I am in the process of purging more things again, even though I am probably the least pack-rattish of any of my friends.
o I have spent many hours with my little chihuahua doing more kinds of training than I have ever done with any other dog that I've ever had. It turns out that although he is still quite typically 'toy dog' shy with strangers and we can't seem to change that about him, he has an extreme ability to learn tricks very quickly. Although I wish that more than just our closest friends could see what a happy go lucky little guy we have, I have decided that it is not any more likely that I will ever truly change my dogs personality than changing my own innate self, so we are going to concentrate on his strengths. Since he loves attention when he is 'performing' and almost completely forgets his shyness, we will soon start agility training!
o On the way back from our July 4th trip to Yellowstone, my suv's A/C went out as we were traveling over 100 miles of eastern Oregon desert and it was 100 degrees out. Now a month after having it repaired for $900, it is out again. Did I mention that we are leaving on Friday to go back down to Palm Springs? Yeah, another desert. If this car is not careful, it will find itself in the pile of things that I don't need in my life anymore!
o Here in Seattle, this summer has honestly been the nicest, warmest, sunniest summer of my life. I wish it would never end. I am trimming back all of my trees and shrubs as much as I can to maximize the light later on this Fall.
o I have become very interested in the idea of people deciding to live where they like to vacation. Why do so many of us spend so much time convincing ourselves that we couldn't do that?
o I love that my husband is easily the most easy-going person that I have ever known. I used to find this a tad annoying and now I don't even know why I was ever annoyed by that!
What about you? What's up in your life these days?
Sometimes the fun is in the details!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Anti-hoarding
Got a great new pastime. It's loads of fun and involves loads of unloading.
As my husband gets bites from recruiters and signs are coming my way that this move to Texas is really going to happen, I get busy anti-hoarding.
My husband's part in supporting this move is to find a job and pass a test while he's waiting to find said job. My deal is to get rid of stuff. (And eventually find a new place for us live in.)
I try to figure out what I could possibly live without. And then I whittle it down some more.
So far, I've got a primo pile of 'moving sale' stuff going in the guest room and I've had some tremendous trips to the dump. In one load I managed to rid myself of an old plastic swimming pool, a bent up bike, sun-rotted patio chairs, broken flower pots, a non-working vacuum cleaner, and a dead barbecue- and then threw in the neighbors ruined screen door just for kicks and giggles. What is it that causes us humans to keep stuff around way after it has reached it's end of usefulness?
I don't have a clue. What I do know is that right now it's fun to dig in and get rid of stuff. I like to get some good music going and go at it. I get down with some Eminem or Nickelback.
I actually look forward to coming home after work and working some more, at getting rid of junk. I've been inspired by what I've seen other bloggers accomplish in their clean out efforts.
I now happily admit that I never use the bread maker, or the rotisserie. Nor the cutesy dishes that I moved from the last house and still never used. I get satisfaction from giving things to neighbors that I know they'll enjoy. I have fun using up good stuff that I like, but don't want to haul.
I get a sense of accomplishment when I can get a room to echo.
Ah the simple pleasures of preparing for a long distance move...
As my husband gets bites from recruiters and signs are coming my way that this move to Texas is really going to happen, I get busy anti-hoarding.
My husband's part in supporting this move is to find a job and pass a test while he's waiting to find said job. My deal is to get rid of stuff. (And eventually find a new place for us live in.)
I try to figure out what I could possibly live without. And then I whittle it down some more.
So far, I've got a primo pile of 'moving sale' stuff going in the guest room and I've had some tremendous trips to the dump. In one load I managed to rid myself of an old plastic swimming pool, a bent up bike, sun-rotted patio chairs, broken flower pots, a non-working vacuum cleaner, and a dead barbecue- and then threw in the neighbors ruined screen door just for kicks and giggles. What is it that causes us humans to keep stuff around way after it has reached it's end of usefulness?
I don't have a clue. What I do know is that right now it's fun to dig in and get rid of stuff. I like to get some good music going and go at it. I get down with some Eminem or Nickelback.
I actually look forward to coming home after work and working some more, at getting rid of junk. I've been inspired by what I've seen other bloggers accomplish in their clean out efforts.
I now happily admit that I never use the bread maker, or the rotisserie. Nor the cutesy dishes that I moved from the last house and still never used. I get satisfaction from giving things to neighbors that I know they'll enjoy. I have fun using up good stuff that I like, but don't want to haul.
I get a sense of accomplishment when I can get a room to echo.
Ah the simple pleasures of preparing for a long distance move...
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