It’s so sad to handle boxes of memorabilia labeled as a gift for a grandson knowing he’ll never see it. (I’ve searched the Internet and cannot find him.) It’s so sad to toss family pictures!! I don’t have enough space to continue storing… and recognize that it is foolish to continue paying for a storage unit. So, today is a reflection of my emotions.
New Year’s resolution: DOWNSIZE!!
Postscript, 10:00 AM: I regret getting out of bed this morning!! I went to the dining room for coffee and “a couple of good deeds.” Conversations took a negative turn and I was in a very hostile environment!! Unnamed (unknown) someone (or several someones) think my bottle trees and bottle bushes are “trashy” and should not be allowed. The topic will come up in our next resident’s meeting. Someone (or several someones) tore my labels off several glass bottles of olive oil and vinegar. I had attached a label saying “please save bottle for Lorraine.” (Too bad I don’t have some of the wine I purchased [and gave away] because I’m tempted to drown my sorrows!! Wine recipients returned the pretty bottles.)
Postscript, 2:00 PM: In conversation, in the CARE dining room, after the noon meal, the “malcontent“ revealed themselves. I’m so grieved that my “extended family” feel so strongly about the bottles. They say “No more“!! Within a week, I’ll received the package with Awesome Blossom and I’d planned to prepare a cement base for it (in a planter). I’m already having an anxiety attack as I think about the way they will react to forty-nine more bottles (bush) in my yard.
Remember the large trash container I recently purchased from Thrift ‘n Gift?? I bought it with the intention of planting the Texas Lilac in it. That will have to wait; I’ll conveniently use it for my “downsizing” project. Yesterday, I bought heavy-duty trash bags and today I start the process.
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Mid-afternoon postscript: I’m off to a good start!?
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I washed my few dishes so I could wash the new bottles. It’s a cloudy day with a strong wind. It feels cooler than the documented temperature.
Also scrubbed the planter so it is ready when I prepare for “Awesome Blossom.” Yes, another “tree” is in the mail, en route to a place of prominence in my “yarden.”
Correction at 2:50 PM: On the patio, wearing a warm sweater, kind of day. I’m pleased with myself: I thought “a box or two” but (at this hour) five or six boxes emptied. The afternoon temperature is reasonably comfortable; I’m headed to the neighbor’s storage building for more of my boxes.
“Yours truly” was drawn to the neighbor’s yard by the sparkle of late afternoon sun on the bottles. I’m getting so much pleasure from the bottles–and the “tree” and “bush” project. Sadly, I’m hearing that some CARE residents think it is “ugly” and “trashy.” ~~ Today, at two stores, I found several pretty used bottles. Three years, three months, in Livingston and I (only) recently learned about a consignment store. It was a delightful visit and I’m hoping for interested individuals for my “downsized” possessions.
Details and pictures to follow. At 5:45 PM, I am too weary to expand information!! I got an early start at the laundry room in the adjacent RV Park. One of the other individuals used dryer sheets and it made me violently sick. I’m so sensitive to odors!! ~~ The weather was AWESOME!!
Today, I had “variety”!!
Two hours in the laundry room was followed by two (or three) hours dismantling the Christmas Bottle Tree. With a monster headache from fumes from dryer sheets, I knew I needed lots of fresh air. When I’m working in the yard, I forget aches, pains–and headache!! My neighbor/friend wants me to leave “the tree” so I rearranged bottles and added other colors.
Back home, I packaged the lights, and garland, and boxed for December 2017.
I’d been watching the temperature(s) on my weather station. Suddenly I noticed the thermometer for the greenhouse. OMG, 118 degrees!! I rushed out and opened the door–and watered the plants and Garden Tower.
One of my favorite CARE volunteers arrived at my patio about 2:50 asking if I was ready to move things from the mini-storage. From a nearby lawn chair, I grabbed my purse, padlock key, and camera indicating I was ready to go.
For twelve years, from state to state, I’ve moved family photos, genealogy, health and nutrition library. My sons have rejected my memorabilia. Most of the things we moved today will be thrown into the dumpster!! Anything appropriate will go to our CARE Thrift ‘n Gift Shop. I’d appreciate your prayers as I “downsize” the cherished treasures.
(This message published at nine PM. Now I’m headed to bed. ~~ Headache gone.)