Day 5

If someone had told me it would take me nearly a week to put stuff back in the spare room, I would have scoffed....but low and behold here it is day 5 and I still have piles of junk in my bedroom.  My intention was to re-arrange some of my book collection, perhaps into a more accessible space, but it was not to be...I apparently own to many romance novels...how can that be.... but I find myself in the horns of a dilemma.... no space for all the novels, which ones do I edit and give away...OMG...the stress is killing me...  so I left it for tomorrow...piles of books everywhere.... but quite frankly if it weren't for my daily escape into historical romance... I would be an even bigger basket case than I am.   They are my balm...

I am not sure why I find them so entertaining....the heroine is always slim, pretty, knows instinctually what to wear, always says just the right thing and always marries a man who would die for her.....well they don't call them fiction for nothing.

The guy always has a six pack of abdominals, great hair, is rich and not a pig....okay now I see the attraction....he doesn't leave dirty socks everywhere, or leave the toilet seat up, belch, scratch his balls or come in and ask "what's for dinner". hahahaha

I love my books and have some of them memorized....and before you ask....R already beat you to it....he asked " well if you have them memorized why do you have to keep them"....and I retaliated...by asking..." if I made you get rid of half your tools, which ones would you throw out."    " Okay, point taken" he said.  So I am doing a small edit of my least favorite...and keeping the rest...I figure if times get really tough and I have to stop buying new ones...I can re-read the ones I have again...I have already done that a couple of times ( in the lean years). I must have about 200 books and have limited myself to them fitting on one shelf in my closet...when they don't fit there, I have to edit...

I have also taken the bull by the horns and edited some of our clothes too....you know, we all have them, clothes we used to wear when we were slimmer, I had a rubbermaid container with a couple pairs of skinny jeans (for me that means like a size 16) and a tye dyed hippy tunic shirt....I mean who am I kidding, even if I dropped 60 lbs...I still wouldn't want to be caught dead in that shirt....so I am giving them to the thrift shop... I even convince R to let me part with the cranberry coloured parka he bought me the first winter we were married...I wore it two years and the metal zipper and snaps gave me a rash (metal allergy)  and then I kind of expanded and it got very tight...I could still get it on and done up but it was snug and between that and the metal thing...I just never wore it...so I figure some homeless lady will love to have it...it has rabbit fur trim on the hood and all.....sigh.....I loved that parka....


I also parted with a brick red western coat with leather collar and cuffs...another favorite...but it is 3 sizes too big now (got it during my balloon years....hahahah)  the last time I wore it...R said I looked like I had stolen some one else's coat...it was so big...(that's a good thing I guess)   but I liked that coat...any way in the end the closet is less full and I feel better for getting rid of those clothes hanging over my head...you know....(expectations of fitting them again...sorta)...not that I would want to fit the big coat again....R is happy to see that one go...

the Murphy bed guy has cancelled on me and won't come until next week...which is a busy one for us....a big auction sale that we hope to buy a  few things at....keep our fingers crossed...

I called my son yesterday...just to touch base. since his Birthday is coming up next week....but honestly, after chatting with him for just a few minutes, I wanted to kill myself....I am not sure why such stupid shit happens to him all the time...but it is like he walks around with a black cloud hanging over his head, pouring down rain all the time... I am convinced he will lose his house, for not making the mortgage payments...

I know about being depressed but honestly, you can make it better, it just takes a big effort...and he doesn't seem to want to lift it from himself... he won't see a doctor about it....he isn't working, he has no friends, no money and apparently no hope.... 

I was in a pretty good mood these last couple of weeks but it is very sobering to hear your kid so down on life...and he drags me down with him...I should have just sent a card in the mail...like R suggested....ho hum....