Day 145
Tuesday, August 19, 2014y
Although I sit down frequently during the day with a variety
of excuses … tired, aching, depressed .. I still have to count this as a
partially productive day.
I got up around 6:00, and was showered and dressed a little
earlier than I have been doing lately. I
worked around in several places, but trying to get at least a few things
accomplished.
The guys from ReStore came about 10:30 or so. They are the same ones who have come
previously, and are very nice. They took
all the books, and most of the other accumulated stuff. They did refuse to take a couple of table top
trees .. they said to just throw them away, no one would buy them. Thaat, of course, made me quite sad. Because the den was so jumbled, they didn’t
get everything in there. It was nearly
impossible to even move around (and it didn’t help to discover the boys had
pushed the neatly rolled rugs onto the floor!).
But, they said to just call when I was through and ready for the rest to
be picked up. I will make arrangements
for SIL to be here and have them come after I’ve finished moving out.
After they had goneI spent some time reorganizing the spaces
left. There is now a bit more room to
move around, and the donation items are a bit better contained. The table and chairs I sold 2 months ago are
still here, and the people have not responded to any attempts to contact them.
I finally quit procrastinating and started going through the
boxes from upstairs. I ended up with 14
to go through .. and went through all but one.
That one turned out to be full of old photos! I would have just thrown it away; but DIL
said not to, that she will take it home and go through it as well as the others
she has taken.
At one point I justpushed myself to keep letting go of
things; but the more tired I got, the harder it got. By the time I finished, I have what I suspect
are way too many things to go into storage.
And yet, I have emptied or reused about 2 dozen boxes. I’ve had to resort to reusing the big plastic
totes because I long ago ran out of cardboard boxes. That means I will end up with even more empty
boxes … which will be in the way until I can either get them to storage or give
them away (I know several family members will gladly take some of them).
I really dread the concept of having to start over and weed
things out even more. It makes me
incredibly sad, especially when all my pretty things are treated like a bunch
of junk that should be tossed in the trash.
It makes me feel like things I like are worthless .. and that makes me,
my whole life, is just worthless, used up, no longer valid or having any point.
Yes, I know, I’m veering into weey again. I’m already tired and the day hasn’t started
(well, except for gtting my room a bit straightened). DB/SIL are at DSis’s house, no idea what the
plans are. But since I was unable to get
the storage key to DM (because of my own incompetent brain), they’ll have to
come here before checking out the storage unit.
That’s extra driving and makes me feel guilty. SIL (DH’s sister) is taking me to town but I
have no idea when; since she wants us to
go to lunch, I’m guessing it will be closer to noon. So for the morning .. at least until someone
gets here … I need to work on the kitchen.
I don’t know when (or even if) DIL will be able to come
again. She is thinking maybe tomorrow IF
her health holds up enough. I will leave
the last bit of random junk in my office closet until last in case she’s able
to come help me with that.
I look around and still feel like there’s a lot left; and I
just don’t know how to deal with it, what to pack now and what later … no wait,
there’s no more “later”.
I think I need more coffee, and then a shower
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