Musings on anything. |
| I am attempting decluttering, or Swedish Death Cleaning, which is a never ending job. Why do we keep accumulating so many things? I'm not very successful. Last summer, I emptied every drawer in my bedroom and shelf, a little at a time. I threw a ton of stuff away. Apparently, an envelope full of cash went into the trash, too. I keep going through everything with hopes, but I'm sure it went to the dump. I cleaned out a closet in the guest room, threw away a lot of stuff, but still can't fit everything back in there. I want to point out it isn't all my stuff. I am living in my deceased parents home and can't get the nieces or brother to come get their things. I've been instructed not to get rid of any tools, but I have not only my dad's tools, but my own, and my late brother's (the carpenter) tools. I sort them out. My last remaining brother comes from out of town, works on something, and then the tools are scattered again. (I have given it much thought and decided the relationship is more important than the orderliness of the garage.) We have been using my dad's bedroom for storage only. However, I decided it is bigger and roomier and has more natural light than the guest room which doubled as a computer room. So. I have moved some furniture to vacuum and put in a surge protector in a working outlet. Now I can't get the vanity with a big mirror back where it was. There are stacks of empty drawers, and plastic boxes blocking the walkway. A room looks worse after I clean or declutter than it did before I threw so much stuff away. I keep giving myself pep talks. "It will get better. . . a little at a time." Hopefully, I will make improvements before I kick off this mortal coil. If not, I won't be here to face the criticism. Fortunately, I don't have much company, and even family won't inspect the rooms where they don't eat or watch TV. |