I got up this morning and started cleaning the house. When these workmen grind tile it just leaves this grit all over everything ! He had put all the stuff in the bathroom in the tub. Should have moved it to another room. Everything that was in the tub, plus the tub was heavily covered in the dust from the tile.
The bathroom looks beautiful. I never liked it before. All I have left on my to do list is stuff that is basically work I have to do. It's a good thing. Have probably gone through enough of the green. Of course, I am always adding things so I never get done. It keeps my mind occupied and seems to be good therapy.
After I finished in the house I went back out to the garage. It is a real mess but I will get there. I found my turkey baster in the box that has painting supplies in it. I wondered what had happened to it. and why was it in there? This whole project is a hoot. I am fascinated with this whole business.
When I met Cowboy he was a Command Sergeant Major in the army. His desk was clean, you could eat off of his floor and he was a very effective manager. How to reconcile that with this mess? Could his brain have been going a lot sooner than I thought? We have been in this house for about 6 years so maybe that is so.
I am taking the approach that like things should be together, such as all paint and paint supplies should be together. All yard things should be together and so forth. Makes sense, doesn't it? and then there is the very large pile of things I don't want or need. After I get through everything I will organize it, put prices on it or plan to donate it and then will be ready when Cowboy's eldest gets here.
It is now after 3 and I am completely pooped. Guess grandson will be taking me to eat tomorrow. Have to work that and my trip to see Cowboy into my Sunday.
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