random thoughts – Day 1,905 – (Wednesday) – hustle, cuss, and adoration

The pressure is on and there was a lot of hustling tonight. Interior house photos are scheduled for Thursday. Emptying an entire storage room and decluttering the rest of a house is hard and time consuming. And man, I have a lot of stuff. I’m reminded of a time in junior high school when a friend was at my house. She would ask about the many things in my room and there was always a story about where it came from and why I liked it. She finally said, “you have a lot of stuff, and it all means something.” Exactly, and that is why it’s so hard to shed things.  

I would love to be one of those people who can easily discard items. One of the many family “mottos” when I was growing up was “don’t throw that away, it will be worth money some day!” It should have been stitched on a pillow. I don't save things for potential future monetary value. It's usually the emotional attachment to the person or place associated with its purchase or receipt. 

Then there is the inability to see the future. How can I know if I will need something or not in a different house in a different town and with a potentially different lifestyle? Exactly. I don’t. And I hate re-buying things I already owned, partly due to the repeated expense.

As if the uncertainties of the future and the task of today aren't enough, tonight, my wrist is feeling all sorts of aggravated. The tendon that rubs on the plate repairing the break is not happy and feels a little like it’s on fire. Not a big bonfire, more like a match flame, but still, this is a new, cuss-worthy development. The pinky finger side of the wrist where the too tiny to be dealt with bone chip resides is swollen. Super happy fun time. But I’ll get through it. There aren’t many other options. 

Kiki continues to become more relaxed, despite the disarray of the house. Each night lately, she has splayed herself on the rug as if to say “look at me, human!” And I do. There is no cussing with that.