Seems like every night (and morning) in bed these past months has been WEIRD! Maybe it's been years. At any rate, there are those times when I awake abruptly and can't wait to get out of the sack! Most days it's because the bladder is straining for attention. Irritating but from what I hear, most older folks have a relationship with their bladder during the night time hours. That I can contend with; especially since I rearranged my bedroom and my bed is against the opposite wall and about 10 or 12 feet from the toilet. Yep. This is how I'm starting my blog today. Sorry about that.
It's 7:10 a.m. and I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee and a bran muffin. This particular muffin in the last of the All Bran muffins I made last week. First thing I often do is peek out the window and see how frosty it looks. As usual, it's pretty dang white out there. I did remember to bring in the two hummingbird feeders last night so that's a good thing. My temperature gauge says 29. I do recall getting up at 3 a.m. to turn the heat back on. Is it ever going to warm up. We've had quite a long spell of these icy temps. Certainly am glad we're not contending with snow, though. That would really do a number with my emotional health.
I made a call last night to one of those websites that encourage you to call and find out how much it cost to live in an assisted living place. Those places are looking more and more inviting to me all the time. Suspect winter is contributing to that. I'm probably not quite ready for assisted living yet as I can still clean my house and drive and take care of myself. Still.... it is something I may need sooner or later, considering I live that long. There are some days I'm convinced I won't have to worry about it.
Hunter's girl friend wants to earn a little extra money right now so she can go visit him in AZ next month. Once I saw that post on Facebook, I knew I had the teenager I needed to come in and help me clean the new hardwood floors. Just dusting and running a quick mop but it might require some down-on-your-knees work with a squirt bottle too. It's especially noticable on bright sunny afternoon days. I don't have any teenagers in my life right now that I can call on for those little odd jobs that I'd give to Hunter or Maddie. Wayne hurt his back so I've got to give him a rest from my calls of distress.
This whole idea of downsizing has been on my mind for a long time. I look around at everything I've accumulated and wonder....just how am I ever going to get rid of this stuff?! It's overwhelming but I've decided my best shot is to start with one room and concentrate on it for however long it takes to really get down to the bare essentials. I'm thinking I might start with this room (my bedroom and office). I can certainly donate a whole lot of clothes. My sock drawer, for example, is STUFFED but I know darn well I don't wear half the socks in there. Same with pj drawer, jeans drawer, and so on.
The office side of this room shouldn't be too hard to condense as I've already kind of done that. My bigger job will be the bright pink filing cabinet in the corner that holds receipts and records. The living room will go quickly as the only thing I probably have to spend a little time disposing of is the pictures on the wall. They're all Port Townsend scenes so perhaps that will give me more trouble than I'm anticipating.
Bathrooms will go fast but kitchen might take a little longer as I dig out old bowls and pans stuck back in the cupboards that I seldom use. Hallway closet will really be a test of how willing I am to work at this project. And the library (where I have books, movies, knickknacks, boxes of saved paperwork, and bins of material) will be my hardest area yet. Oh, and then there's the garage and the various yard thingies here and there. Oh my, do I really want to do this?
Jen and I discussed me moving in with her at some point but she doesn't really want that until I'm on my last legs, I think. Can't blame her. Who wants their mother living with them? I've seen a few assisted living places that appealed to me a lot so I'll be anxious to visit some of them and find out exactly what kind of money we're talking about. If I end up having to pay the top price (around $3000 a month!) I figure I've only got enough to maybe last 3 or 4 years. But I'll worry about that part once I know how they figure your monthly rent. And of course, there's always that other thing.....who knows how long I'll even be on this earth?! I could kick the bucket today and all my worries would be up in smoke. Which I wouldn't mind except I don't really want the girls to have to shoulder all the work involved of getting rid of my junk. But again, you pretty much gotta go with the flow in subjects such as this. Whatever will be, will be.
I probably shouldn't blog such inner thoughts this early in the morning. I assume my stupid dreams are involved in this somehow. I won't bother you with what happened but as dreams go, they were ridiculous and unsettling.
Well, today I think I'll head over to Walmart and return this thing I bought. It was a pullover bra where the size said XXX. I figured that would surely fit even though I didn't actually know what size that was. It sounded big. I got the damn thing home and about killed myself trying to get it on over my head. I managed but then I struggled even more to get it off! Way more exercise than I needed.
Otherwise, my only plan for today is work on this sewing project I started. It's a wall hanging called button jars. The picture in the book is super cute but the colors I picked make mine look like something a clown could wear. Gotta learn how to pick more muted colors.
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