Clutter Busting!

 Clutter Busting!

 

Someone came up with this neat idea of de-cluttering by degrees or by increments—15 to 20 minutes of work and then that long to rest or think about it. Right this red-hot minute, my lips are on fire or think that they are. The neighbor sent her son over with a paper plate of tajin seasoned fruit. Very tasty! And then the lips tell me: Oooo la la. That tingles! The old woman has one orange on her table that will get peeled one of these days when she wears gloves to protect her hands. How can anyone be allergic to the peels and not to the pulp? Oh well.

 

Anyway, today my office floor got mopped and the furniture rearranged and some fans stored out in the shed. Still have some stuff to get rid of one way or another—weather radio that the dumb person who lives here could never figure out; a faux vase that has a faux flower in it that folds and unfolds; a multitude of wires that went to something somewhere. It makes me wonder if other people keep collections of junk and stuff like this. Something tells me that this is a noble assortment of folks who grew up never throwing things away because those things might be needed SOMEDAY! Now to redecorate the vase so it can be regifted. Ahem.

 

Bought a bunch (six) tea towels the other day when we went shopping. They are a charcoal greyish black color. PERFECT! The ones that were once white are now whitish and look as if they might have mopped the floor a few times—which, to tell the absolute truth—might have happened! Whatever is handy, don’t ya know. My mom would have been horrified. But she used bleach on everything under the sun. My daughter is like that. Guess the bleach gene skipped a generation.

 

Made some guacamole from the four avocadoes that were ready to eat. Not what was planned, but just right for the situation. That is one fruit that is ready to eat and then gone as soon as it is ready! Either eat it or lose it!

 

Just went out and shut up the workshop and fed the hens one more good throw of wheat and sunflower seeds. Probably need to go get more wheat tomorrow or soon. Since using wheat and sunflowers, they seem to be much happier with the food they get. But that might just be my imagination. However, they never flocked my feet for scratch when they ignored most of what was in the stuff. They would not eat the corn unless that was all they had left. The doves were not the least bit particular! But the hens come running every time they hear that kitchen door open. It is like they are starving for goodies! And they still eat a head of cabbage a day! Any leftovers that the dogs don’t eat are quickly consumed by the feathered wonders out back! Sweet little egg makers!

 

Never had seen a dog have an asthma attack, but that seems to be what Roxie had this morning when we were out enjoying the sunshine. Roxie just suddenly stood there doing a strange snortish breathing like Sylvia does—backwards sneezes is what it looks like. After she was held and calmed down and patted on her back for a while, she seemed better and started to breathe normally. Patty said the dog has allergies. New one to me! Anyway, my little wagon pulled Patty’s old printer up to the trash bin at my house so that the trash man will not have to lug it up the hill. For some reason, Patty just loves my little wooden wagon. It pleases me, too.

 

Aren’t we all glad that God gives us that wonderful calm and relaxing sleep at least once a day or so? It feels so good sometimes to just know that we can lie down and rest and know that He has us and all of our concerns in His hands. No matter what else is going on, He is always there for us. Let us be grateful.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.