My depression is still high and some familial issues are acting as a trigger to my anxiety issues as well. Presently my hubby is in desperate need of a new pain doc and so my medical issues have been put on the back burner as I can’t (my issue, not something being told to me) even begin to open the can of worms that is my health with his situation being unresolved. Also the 9 year anniversary of mom’s death looms ever closer and it just makes me very sad.
Most of my spare time this week was spent between doing some small site tweaking, some writing on Epinions and cleaning in my attic. The later was due to Fall Bulk Pickup in my community and my father’s constant nagging about how much stuff we have “in storage”. Now, like Lady Rose, some of it was stored in hopes of one day having a killer yard sale but alot of it was stuff I just hadn’t been able to handle tossing yet. We got rid of some baby items, alot of empty boxes, a dressmaker’s form, and other stuff. Today, the girls and I went through a bunch of clothes. I had drawers in the attic filled with last year’s colder weather clothes which we took out, put on hangers, and put away. And I also had BAGS full of clothes that I had to sort into a pile for donation (with my older daughter keeping track of how many shirts how many jeans, etc.), a pile for the younger child to grow into, a pile she has ALREADY grown INTO, and a pile of stuff to just keep.
The keep pile is hard to keep small. But, what I’m doing is keeping items that I can either remember them wearing and so want to pass down, or items that have sections that cut out would make adorable quilt patches. I have the idea of making a quilt out of old kids’ clothes. Something to hang on the back of my couch one day. Something for the grandkids to snuggle under. Soft squares of bright colored fabric, soft squares of embroidered denim, kitty cats, and teddy bears, etc. If only I had someplace to set up the sewing machine in this house so I could learn how to use it and get started, LOL.
I realize that with my girls only being 11 and 7 it seems ridiculous to think about grandkids, I know, but one of MY treasures is a collection of items that survived MY childhood. My teddy bear (who sits in our bedroom), a couple of clothing items (that my girls got to wear too), and some of my books (which are one the kids’ bookshelf). So I’m sorta into that whole saving items for posterity thing. I have the china of one grandmother and a bookcase of the other. And while my girls never got to meet either one, a piece of their legacy lives on in those items. We eat holiday meals on that China and the bookcase sits under the window in our dining room, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I still have a lot to do ….
I have a pile of stuff in the hallway upstairs which was originally planned to go to Lady Rose’s yardsale but will now be donated to the Salvation Army (since they will send a large truck to us). Unfortunately, that means having to sit down and itemize everything for tax purposes. But once that’s done I can call them up and GET RID OF IT ALL. And this also includes some office-type furniture in the attic that Dad’s been after us to get rid of …. oh ….. since we moved in here 5 years ago. He has his reasons and validity aside it’s his house and also its time.
We also have errands to run, including food shopping, picking up materials for a school project, doing the Halloween costume thing, various and sundry other household tasks, etc.
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Regarding us living with my Dad … We have accepted, for the most part, that we are here for the long haul. Originally it was meant to be short term but when my hubby got hurt and went on permanent disability our list of options shrank. And now we’re all so used to it —- Dad to the company, the girls to having Pop-Pop around all the time, and us to the extra income from having the ability to rent out our townhouse —- that it would be hard all around to go back.
And while I still dream of a little place in the country I have not been able to believe in the dream ENOUGH to really do anything meaningful toward that goal. In the meantime I have been struggling with figuring out if its possible to live any part of that dream while still living “in my father’s house”. As I do that I would like to think that I will resume writing there.
Mainly I find that I want to run away from home. Yesterday I went to drop off my daughter at a playdate and wound up staying over, essentially hiding from my family. This can’t be a sign of good things. LOL
Blessings
Mama Kelly
Written by Mama Kelly