I am still in shock about how much freaking junk I have. I am so emotionally attached to my books that I’m sitting in the pile of boxes going, wah, wah instead of brutally tossing them. I’ll be a lot happier when I’m done. When I get rid of clothes I think “Off to Value Village with you!” and there isn’t a horrible feeling to go along with it. Books are like little, immobile, rectangular friends, and you don’t just haul your friends off to the garbage. I have Bookcrossing on some of my books but to do all of them would many days of labour, and so…. I guess they are off to storage. Heavy sigh.
It freaking SNOWED here again last night. I know that in late December a dusting of snow on the neighbourhood rooftops is all pine scent and lush orchestrations of cherished carols, but this close to the first of April methinks anything but peace and goodwill when it’s something I see before I’ve had any coffee.
Last night, I failed to cook dinner! I made cheese scones, but I actually went to bed before sunset, woke briefly at 10:30, and then back to bed until ten after seven. Moving is tiring; yesterday it was unpacking pretty solidly. I did make lunch for the menfolks – Keith was here and how good to see him.
I on the other hand, can be quite ruthless about books, but today I am hung up on a little (well, not that little, this is me we’re talking about) piece of lingerie.
I’ve been more than a tad behind on the laundry, and today the last clean brassiere was that red lace pushup number I’ve been wearing for, well evidently, too long. It’s stretched, and I’ve shrunk a bit around the ribcage, so the girls were in danger of a quick descent if I moved uncautiously. I really should fling it in the donation pile along with my dad’s waterproof trousers, but I just can’t bring myself to do so, not just yet.
However, now that I’ve lost a bit of circumference, I guess I should try on my Merry Widow for size.
Oh my god. We can’t let that happen to the girls! Please send money urgently to this blog so that girls may continue to experience the supportive environment they so richly deserve. Remember, the girls are waiting.
Um, what kind of waterproof trousers? My mind went bad places when I read that.
Well, if I can’t be there, at least have someone take pictures…..
Waterproof trousers as in genuine PVC rain paints. I think I’ve worn them all of twice, once snowboarding (because everyone must try snowboarding once) and once for archery. I can let them go because I’ve still got his nifty suede vest, or Tillie does at least.
No pics yet, as I haven’t had time to climb into the Merry Widow.
okay that’s better