I wish I were almost anywhere but here. At home doing laundry, perhaps. At a concert, screaming my head off. At the gym, working up a muck sweat. Shopping, always an enjoyable pastime (and what does that say about me?!). Hauling loads of stuff I don’t need off to Goodwill. It doesn’t need to be something fun–just something different.
I did get quite a bit of work done at home last night. Threw the piles of laundry that I’ve been studiously ignoring for the last long bit of time into laundry bags. Went through all the purses that have been cluttering my closet and decided which ones to keep and which ones to give to Goodwill. Argued with Joe about the ones I want to get rid of. Well, maybe argued is a little too strong a word. We didn’t quite argue, but I did explain my view and listened to him explain his view, and then made a rebuttal. It’s just that we have far too much clutter in a very small house. And I really don’t need 30+ handbags. If I had saved the $10-$20 each of those handbags had cost me, I’d have enough to go get the good Coach or BCBG bag that I really want. So when I get home today, I’m taking 15-20 handbags to Goodwill, and keeping 10-15 handbags. It will be a much more manageable pile, and the ones I’m keeping are the ones I really do use. Honestly, some of the ones I’m getting rid of I have never even used, or have used only once or twice. Just a waste.
I also got two bags of clothes set aside to give to a friend who’s also losing weight. And as I get the laundry done, some of the clothes will go to her, and others will go into storage. Joe says he’s fully confident that I’m not going to regain the weight I have lost and am continuing to lose, but he still wants me to keep some of my favorites just in case, so that if I do perchance regain any of it, at least I’ll have some good quality clothes that I like. This is one argument I have learned I won’t win, so I’m through trying. I’m splitting up the clothes–half to my friend and half to storage. That will get a good bit of clutter out of the house.
See, it’s annoying. He is the first to complain about how much crap we have in the house, and the first to say we just need to throw everything out. He is then the first to get upset when I try to throw things out, give them to Goodwill, give them to a friend or a charity who could use them. I have to resort to subterfuge to get things out. He’d rather pay $38 a month to store junk than let me just get rid of it. Go figure.
Wow. The total shallowness of this post is just seriously underwhelming.
How about some good news? Clover’s son got transferred back to the children’s hospital in Fort Worth. That makes life a lot easier for them right there, even if it were for no other reason than juggling the commute. But it’s also good because they’ve been working with C. since he was a baby, and have his care very well coordinated, unlike the hospital in Dallas. As soon as I’m no longer snarking up gobs of snot I’m going to go visit him. (And on a completely unrelated note, why is it that I can snark up gobs of snot, but when I try blowing my nose, nothing comes out? I realize now disgusting it is to go around sniffing and making disgusting snarking noises, but I do try to blow, to no avail. So I have to sniff. Sorry.)