Why? Because yesterday I finally, finally, FINALLY got to take the ginormous pile of stuff left over from my yard sale in June to Goodwill, along with all the other don’t-need-it-anymore crap that I had added to the pile. It had been sitting in front of my fireplace for four months, growing steadily. It filled Michael’s entire car, so while it probably wasn’t actually a half-ton of stuff, I am talking a pretty serious amount of junk. So, yeah for me!
Today I am supposed to be baking cookies for my party tomorrow, but I’ve been distracted by cleaning out my cabinets and refrigerator. I filled one of those huge black trash bags with almost-empty boxes of stale crackers and chips, expired condiments, and other ancient foodstuffs. I think this is why I usually move every 18 months or so — to force myself to empty out all the expired items in the kitchen. But since I really like this apartment, I have to schedule the moving-related projects into my regular cleaning scheme, it seems.
And such is the glamour that is my stay-at-home vacation. Believe it or not, I am really enjoying getting everything cleaned an organized at last. I am not sure how it all went so off the rails, but I am getting everything righted again at last.