In addition to volunteerism and educational pursuits and household management tasks, there's the joyful addition of crocheting for all the new babies on their way into my life. I probably should have gotten organized before I began a new passion, but the urge was overwhelming; I could not resist.
And then there is the problem of all these books.
The shelves go to the ceiling.
They are full.
We've culled the collection several times over since we moved to Arizona.
I try to restrain myself, but.....
Big Cuter double stacks his library.
The problem is genetic, it seems.
I have made some progress.
These boxes contain files regarding houses and vehicles we no longer own.
There are tax files from well into the 20th century and NO I cannot shred them.
They can live in the closet.
The garage was too far from ..... I'm not sure.
Those boxes left us with empty drawers.
I can fill one with yarn and needles and hooks.
I can fill one or two with GRIN paraphernalia.
I can leave them empty and see where the needs arise.
So many possibilities.
It's too bad that I have to do the work,
Would that the intention alone created the result.
My house would be immaculate every day.