Dedicated to Fiona

Dedicated to Fiona
Fiona, the glory of Snoozeville

Monday, September 29, 2014

De-Cluttering Lessons

In the Daily Challenge program, my track for the past 28 days has been "decluttering." OK.  So I've been slaving away at the clutter that feels overwhelming to me, and I've learned several good lessons:

1.  Don't buy any more books on decluttering.  I've found THREE in my den, and they haven't done anything but add to the clutter.  The best program is Flylady.com.  And her First step is Shine Your Kitchen Sink!  FL recommends ALWAYS keep your kitchen sink clean!  Well, I do that, more or less.  I also have to keep a little red bucket in my sink in which to wash dishes.  Being deaf, I learned a shocking lesson long ago that If I ran water into the sink with the drain plugged, I could easily let the sink overflow if the phone rang and I didn't turn off the water.  I couldn't hear the water running, and omg, wot a shock when the water ran into the apartment below me.  horrors.  So now I wash dishes in my little red bucket, and the drain stays open. No dishwasher any more, either.  Hate 'em.

2.  Find the website that helps you turn off junk mail!  and/or unsubscribe from the political websites that send you surveys and handy-dandy contribution forms and photos.  I have received 4 "Ready for Hillary" photos in the past month.  One would have been more than enough.  Din't like the photo, either.

3.  Read the little postcards from my local government.  It was small and pink and insignificant-looking, but if I filled out the postage paid half and mailed it in, I could qualify for payment of ALL my final expenses--up to $30,000 worth.  (That would probably bury one of my feet or a foot and a few fingers, but still....).  I found this is a bag of "to be shredded" documents.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Joy of Moving House!



Jack is now living in a real house!  with a real yard!!
he loves playing in the yard, running with his mates, kicking a ball around, riding his wheeled toy.  BUT...the yard has to be mowed, and after he got down to crawl in the grass clippings t'other day,  gaaah...he was horrified to see the grass clippings were stuck to his hands!  He didn't realize the clippings would wash off, and his hands won't look like that all the time.  For now, this happy child is NOT HAPPY about this. He lives from moment to moment.