Then I think to myself. What am I going to do with all my books? My lost socks? My clothes that don't fit? my Time? My energy?
I am so sure that there will come a time in the future (whenever that may be) when I need those books for PowerPoint 2000, that they are still in my closet collecting dust.
*do you hear screeching car wheels?*
Well I sure as hell do and it is fine time this house gets a real tearing down.
That little lady on Poltergeist was wrong too so I make note to myself not to call on her. I don't think she would be worth my money.
I came home today and stared and stared at my house.
Laundry in the living room. My work desk items packed from preparing for a strike blocking the patio door. My TV room is just a mess with nothing. It is neither messy, organized or orderly. I don't have a word for that room.
My son's room is full of his mess and I have committed myself to turning that over to his great-uncle for maintenance.
The spare bedroom just begs for attention, but I can't get that far.
My bedroom is where I need to start. But do I want to strip it down to the bare walls and start over or just rearrange it.
Let me start by saying that I have rearranged this room at least 6 times in the past 4 years. Rearrangement is not working. The furniture is cool, but I have just too much stuff in there. I have not enough closet space and the clothes I try to squeeze in there I can't squeeze into myself, so why do I continue to keep them around?
Shit!
I have a 3 day weekend and I am going to dig in. Just one room.
My bedroom.
Anyone up for a yard sale?
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Anyone???
Goddess
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