I cataloged my old magazines so I can see if they're worth anything and even cleaned out my Elvis scrapbook to keep only the real cool stuff. When I finally got the boxes back to the closet, they were lighter and the largest one was empty and went to the garage. I've got a long ways to go, though, to REALLY downsize properly. So many odds and ends in various corners of the garage and house. Things I don't really need. I think I'll work on my clothes next. Most everything is t-shirts and sweatshirts as I'm not known for my fashion sense. I have managed to get my shoe collection down quite a bit; not that there was a whole lot there -- but enough that it warranted a cleaning out.
Another area I'd like to clean up in my music cassette collection. I've finally realized that it's silly to hang on to them and I'm obviously never going to get around to figuring out how to put some of the music on CDs. If I buy an Echo, I can probably pull up any song I want anyhow. I need to jump into the new world of music. But what to do with those tapes? Hmmm....there is a Clallam County free website that I often turn to when I'm trying to unload things and it works pretty good most of the time. I was able to have a guy come get my oversize tv and another guy took away my twin mattress. One side of me DOES NOT want to part with those tapes but I have to be realistic. Either get rid of them now and the kids will dump them at Goodwill once I kick the bucket. Guess I'll go take a picture of them and post it before I chicken out. I had a couple hundred (or more) LPs that I opted to sell for 25 cents a piece a few years ago. And yes, that was dumb! But I had put a lot of the music on CD and moving all those records every time I moved was becoming too much work. I still miss them now and again, though.
Later..... I started typing this post yesterday and here it is March 4 at 5 a.m.! Just hate it when I can't sleep through the night. I woke up at 3 and by 4:15 I realized sleep wasn't coming back so I said the hell with it. Got up to make coffee and toast and see if a little computer action might make me sleepy.
Read the PDN. That never takes long as it seldom has much of interest. I never stop on national news, especially if Trump is getting any kind of write up and I seldom read local news either. Unless it's a topic of interest. Obits always get a lookover but half the time there aren't any. I suspect the cost of submitting one makes a lot of folks decide they won't bother. That's kind of sad. The sports pages never interest me and the only comic strip I like is Pickles. Not interested in the ads either. Yep. It's an active mind I have. haha
I did post my cassette tapes on Facebook and happily, a friend is taking them off my hands. Now I just have to get them to her. She's in PT but I'll manage. I didn't get one bit of sewing done yesterday because the project of cleaning out boxes of paperwork took me longer than I figured it would. I managed to dump a great deal in the recycle bin outside and that was a pure delight.
I noticed (not for the first time) that I'm easily irritated by things that I would let run off my back when I was younger. Silly stuff but I guess it's the aging process. At least that's what I'm blaming it on. I have a doctor appt this afternoon but not at the regular clinic where I go. This one is with a surgeon to see if I need my gall bladder taken out. It's a newer building near the hospital and very pretty. My regular clinic is okay although the check-in routine leaves a lot to be desired. Those 3 or 4 girls they have sitting in cubicles in the waiting room obviously don't have enough to keep them busy. What aggravates me is how health care has become so impersonal at some places. They claim it's because of identity theft and privacy issues but that's just a lame excuse as far as I'm concerned.
If I'm called at home by someone at the clinic, they won't give me the message until I say my birthdate. If I call to make an appt, they won't make one until I give my birthdate. When I check in, I have to repeat my birthdate. And answer the same exact questions time after time - my address, my phone number, my contact names, my insurance carriers, if my visit is because of an accident and if I have answered no to any of the previous medicare questions sitting on their desk. Then they'll print off a list of my medications to take into the appt with me. This is ridiculous. For one thing, the list is never looked at once I head into my appt and it's all in my chart on the computer anyhow. It ends up being a piece of paper in my purse to toss when I get home. Once I get into the exam room, the medical assistant makes me repeat my birthdate. If I'm sent to the lab, I have to repeat my birthdate. Overkill! And I won't even go into what I pay monthly for medical coverage!
Okay. Time to move on Joyce!
The various things I came across while cleaning yesterday gave me some ideas on new projects I want to work on. Always like a project. Some are tied in with genealogy records and notes I need to update. I also added to my list of "collectables". Surprised me just many old magazines and books I have stored away. One of the oldest is a love magazine from 1933. In the bottom of the box of magazines, I came across three old Wheaties cereal boxes I had kept. I wonder. Do they even make Wheaties anymore? I don't recall seeing it on the shelves. I'll have to google it.
Just got up to pour a second cup of coffee. Noticing my right hip is not happy. I had a cortisone shot last week and I "thought" it had fixed things but now I'm not so sure. Could be sciatica, I suppose. Always gonna be something with this damn body. It's no wonder I'm always in a bad mood. ha ha
Guess I'll play some solitaire now. That sometimes helps put me back to sleep.
Oh....and Happy Birthday to Joanna Roseanna Danna seen here in yellow pants.
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