Shedding - Shed time - Shed, Shed Go Away...
Special note: ANY family member, loved one, great mate...IF anyone is unhappy that I've placed a pic in ANY post in my blog that you preferred I did NOT - send me a message, place a comment, and I shall remove it as quickly as possible. I do try to obtain permission, but these last weeks have been absolutely mad. I post out of love. Nothing sinister - AND - I DO LOVE PICS.
Prior to Tinto travelling to England for an extended stay with his family he had a huge ordeal ahead of him. The entire house had to be organised and packed away, tidied and cleaned. When I type this sentence it sounds really simple, doesn't it? Pack items - store them properly - clean empty house.
Check.
There was nothing simple about it. I know Tinto began to panic because he called in the reinforcements and one fabulous daughter by the name of Matilda came in from another state and began working. Brilliant job, Matilda - I KNOW this was a huge task, but as I unwrap the items I can see how much care you took with some of the really special things. Thank you. Truly. I also am having a VERY difficult time understanding how all of this STUFF came from our home. HOW in the HELL did it FIT in our cottage? Boggles the mind.
So...PONDER this: Every item you own is safely tucked away in heavy duty boxes or thick plastic bins, but this is Kapunda - the land of dust. I don't care how much you dust or clean....the fine, sand mist slips in through every crevace - even in your WRAPPED packing boxes. When you unwrap your tenderly wrapped items, you can't simply take them back inside your home.
EVERY. SINGLE. ITEM. NEEDS. ATTENTION. Sheets, wash cloths, towels, linen, clothes, shoes, hats, jackets, kitchen utensils, lamps, lamp SHADES, for Goodness Sake, artwork, framed photos, albums, CD's, cleaning products...you name it. OVERWHELMING. NECESSARY.
I have lost count of the amount of laundry I've done in 48 hours.
IF I get through seven (7) boxes in a morning...that's a really good performance. Even when I make a decision to give to charity or to sell I still have to clean and prepare the item for its new home. I'm not giving away or selling DIRTY, DUSTY goods. Never. Not. Nice. Lighten up, people. How many cooking gadgets do we really need? How many are you enticed to buy, then you rarely use? For me: STOP. ENOUGH. Make recipes that involve the basic of the basics. I am through with 'overinvolvement' - no more overcomplicating - overconsuming - my words, but SO fitting. I am over pretty much everything that is causing my life to stall or become stale. I want to breathe in open, light airy space uncomplicated by overindulgence of ANYTHING.
Thinking, too, that I need professional help. I stomped out to the shed filled with motivation, enormous enthusiasm, and the will to work. I got 2 steps inside and backed out like a horse. Nope. Nadda. Not today. I cannot get my brain wrapped around HOW MUCH is looming over my head. Sheer PANIC. Cold SWEATS. Walked away. I'm walking away today. Perhaps I will invite a professional counsellor to accompany me the next time I work up the nerve to ENTER the dreaded zone. OR, maybe I need a nice, well made, Bloody Mary before I trek down that path again. Lord, give me the strength to power through the STUFF of life and GET THiS JOB done properly. Here's a new word for you - OVERINSHEDMENT! Ha! How about that? MY WORD. MY STATE.
HELP...
Prior to Tinto travelling to England for an extended stay with his family he had a huge ordeal ahead of him. The entire house had to be organised and packed away, tidied and cleaned. When I type this sentence it sounds really simple, doesn't it? Pack items - store them properly - clean empty house.
Check.
There was nothing simple about it. I know Tinto began to panic because he called in the reinforcements and one fabulous daughter by the name of Matilda came in from another state and began working. Brilliant job, Matilda - I KNOW this was a huge task, but as I unwrap the items I can see how much care you took with some of the really special things. Thank you. Truly. I also am having a VERY difficult time understanding how all of this STUFF came from our home. HOW in the HELL did it FIT in our cottage? Boggles the mind.
So...PONDER this: Every item you own is safely tucked away in heavy duty boxes or thick plastic bins, but this is Kapunda - the land of dust. I don't care how much you dust or clean....the fine, sand mist slips in through every crevace - even in your WRAPPED packing boxes. When you unwrap your tenderly wrapped items, you can't simply take them back inside your home.
EVERY. SINGLE. ITEM. NEEDS. ATTENTION. Sheets, wash cloths, towels, linen, clothes, shoes, hats, jackets, kitchen utensils, lamps, lamp SHADES, for Goodness Sake, artwork, framed photos, albums, CD's, cleaning products...you name it. OVERWHELMING. NECESSARY.
I have lost count of the amount of laundry I've done in 48 hours.
IF I get through seven (7) boxes in a morning...that's a really good performance. Even when I make a decision to give to charity or to sell I still have to clean and prepare the item for its new home. I'm not giving away or selling DIRTY, DUSTY goods. Never. Not. Nice. Lighten up, people. How many cooking gadgets do we really need? How many are you enticed to buy, then you rarely use? For me: STOP. ENOUGH. Make recipes that involve the basic of the basics. I am through with 'overinvolvement' - no more overcomplicating - overconsuming - my words, but SO fitting. I am over pretty much everything that is causing my life to stall or become stale. I want to breathe in open, light airy space uncomplicated by overindulgence of ANYTHING.
Thinking, too, that I need professional help. I stomped out to the shed filled with motivation, enormous enthusiasm, and the will to work. I got 2 steps inside and backed out like a horse. Nope. Nadda. Not today. I cannot get my brain wrapped around HOW MUCH is looming over my head. Sheer PANIC. Cold SWEATS. Walked away. I'm walking away today. Perhaps I will invite a professional counsellor to accompany me the next time I work up the nerve to ENTER the dreaded zone. OR, maybe I need a nice, well made, Bloody Mary before I trek down that path again. Lord, give me the strength to power through the STUFF of life and GET THiS JOB done properly. Here's a new word for you - OVERINSHEDMENT! Ha! How about that? MY WORD. MY STATE.
HELP...
Wardrobe filled, too. We shall be selling this most
beloved baby. She made the trip from America and did
her job well!
Tinto's Land Rover STILL packed to the brim.
I refuse to open the doors; having a small meltdown.
It's never ending...
Piled to the TOP OF THE SHED...
We just had a break; WHY do I feel as if I need another?
I MISS MR. HORACE.
See that little red chair above? THAT is my seat where I sit and ponder the decisions
regarding the STUFF: keep, sell, charity. I've already been in that
chair for FAR TOO MANY DAYS.
I move items to the outside of the shed into the
carport area. This is NOT helping. More stacks to go through, but at least...
in the fresh air.
Posted out of sheer frustration and looking for ANY excuse to stay away from the shed. My head has as many cobwebs in it now as the shed does.
Cheers! I KNOW 'We will get there!' and I KNOW we will feel much lighter and better once mountains of STUFF leave our premises.
When, Oh WHEN will that day appear?
Blanco, a bit weary, a tad over-worked, but appreciating the fact that I can summon far away lands in my mind's eye when I feel as if I am going to tip over the edge...
THE MIND IS A POWERFUL TOOL.
The Roaming Stevens
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