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Since about February we've been on an organizing/sorting/throwing away/donating kick. We are limited by volume to throwing out by a big weekly bin. Every wednesday at between 3 and 7 pm, him and I go through some area of the house, boxes or storage, in every room of the house. Once the bin is full, we are done for the week. It's both exhausting and satisfying. And when we've done every room basement included, then we will thin again, through every box or area, and label anything in generic boxes. (china, fabric, christmas decorations, carving tools...)

A friend of mine that is way ahead of all the organizing has a sister that sells at flea markets. Her sister helps her taking her flea market items to market.
 
dWondering why I cannot coordinate life's little easy to manage daily assignments. For example, bought some steaks (T-bone) on sale... never asked when they would be home same time as myself. So decided and froze all except I cut out the tenderloin portion of one for myself. Still sitting in the fridge. Too poop to pop, both yesterday (should have known) and today... another should have known after picking up kids and therapy.... 5 o'clock traffic was horrid, so later than usual.... had some bread and butter for supper.
Guess this should be in petty vents but, well, .... this is what I'm doing,
... maybe I'll cook that darn steak tomorrow or at least unwrap and air dry it for a day or so.
Hmmm, tomorrow, take kids to school, dentist, gym (pool or gym or both) garden? still not finished! or what the heck, maybe a nap? will it rain? Call podiatrist again, need an appointment.
Going to bed.... good night. (is this facebook? arghhh)
 
This weekend has blurred. I went to dig up tulips in a public park, which is one of the park's yearly fundraisers. Someone who wanted to go drove to my house. As she pulled in behind my car, she hit the curb, panicked and hit the accelerator instead of the brake plowing into the back of my poor little car. Yay.

On a plus side, I have started to paint my basement so that I can drag it from "semi-finished" to "sorta-finished." It needs a floor as the original tile are falling apart. I am thinking of doing self-adhesive ceiling tiles. I just had French drains and a sump pump installed, and today I started to paint. Gratifying, but the weekend is pretty much lost.
 
Digging thru my medicine bag looking for waterproof sticky stuff. Dropped a large, heavy, pointy cornered wooden carving board on my thigh (air turned blue). Want to go swimming tomorrow but don't want the chlorine to get to it. thinking of plastering it with Polysporin and then gauze with a large water proof sticky thing on top. Hoping this will not only protect the cut but also not worry anyone there that I might contaminate the community by infecting the water!

Also hoping I can get the blood out of the new summer sweat pants I was wearing. Board didn't cut the material, just the old dragn's thin skin. Great, another scar.

LOL, people see the scars on my arms and I tell them I used to do professional knife fighting.
Another funny note in my life. Surgeon who was going to do the tendon releases and another carpal tunnel, froze for a split second when she saw all the scars on my inner wrist. LOL - I could just see the thoughts running thru her mind. OMG - this patient is suicidal! But she moved on smoothly and just sort of pointed to them. It was all I could do to keep a polite and straight face.
 
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