I didn't have a major resolution this year.
I didn't resolve to lose 20 pounds, or exercise every day. I didn't resolve to really do the bills once a week, every week, or de-clutter my house. I didn't resolve to start making my own clothes...
But someone somewhere did.
And someone's resolution seems to have attacked me.
Why do I say this?
Well.... last weekend one of Golf Pro's buddies declared his intention to visit us later this week. So, I got all hostess-like, and tackled the guest room. You know, so it wouldn't be a scary place when he arrived.
Most years, I round up the clutter, shove it into boxes or bags or something, and shove it in the closet. Each time I do that, I promise myself I'll really go through it later.
This year, I really did go through ALL of the paperwork, and filed everything that needed filing. I filled two paper bags with paper that was now useless, and set it out for recycling. I paid all the bills. I went through all those bags and baskets and boxes and sorted all the stuff (throwing quite a bit away, sending some to Goodwill, putting a frightening amount into the garage where it really belonged). The only thing I just chucked into the closet was a bag of yarn, and some knitting projects (which you'll soon see, as they must make their return-appearance on the Delayed WIP Revue).
My desk is CLEAN. The coffee table is CLEAN.
Okay, one cleaning frenzy doesn't a resolution make, but there's more.
I've been promising myself I'd put up various certificates and posters and things in my Massage Room. Yesterday, I hung my diploma, my license, my Certifications from the National Certification Board for Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork, the American Massage Therapy Association, and my Usui Reiki Second Degree .... finally... my Bone poster. And... I put the picture hangers and hammer and rule in the box of stuff on the way to the garage tool counter.
and then....
Well... things exploded.
Instead of just shoving the box of ornaments into the over-stuffed closet, I ... um ... wel...
kind of emptied the closet into the front hall. At this stage, it was not possible to walk through that archway into the kitchen.
I put the artificial tree into the closet -- all the way into the closet. This means that it is no longer in the middle, and thus a person might be able to, oh, I don't know, get at anything else in the closet...
It's clear that I've watched too many police-procedural TV shows. That reminds me of a body bag somehow.
Ahem.
I then rearranged all the stuff in the boxes, putting some things in the donation bag, and reorganizing the boxes to make it easier to get things out of the closet in some kind of order when Holiday Decorating Season returns. They all fit with room to spare now.
Okay, maybe not a LOT of room, but there's a whole area of wood floor that you can't see -- where we put shoes and such. Before this adventure, the stuff was packed to the door!
We even went through the hanging things -- and filled a bag for Goodwill with coats no one wears. Another bag has shoes and stuff in it.
And....my front hall now looks like this:
This is not my resolution! I didn't promise to declutter, or clean, or any of that stuff! I promised to quit taking on all of the responsibilities for family sized projects.
Help me ..... I've been hijacked!
I don't think you need any help. Looks to me like you have totally triumphed all on your own. Good work! (I thought it looked like a body bag, too.)
Posted by: kmkat | January 09, 2013 at 08:23 PM