Merry Christmas!

A low-clutter Christmas is my wish for you!

A Clever Site

I just found this site and it's so stinkin' clever I had to share it.
http://anerroroccurredwhileprocessingthisdirective.com/

Keeping the Holiday Craziness at Bay

So, on Sunday I took the kids to visit Santa Claus. We went to our nearby mall, rather than to downtown since I really didn't feel like dealing with downtown traffic. Still it took quite a while to find a spot to park at the mall. I did have a lovely karmic moment though, when, by stopping so a pedestian could cross, I was just in time to get a perfectly placed parking spot.

This mall's Santa area has a policy of only allowing you to take your own pictures IF you buy at least the smallest package from them. I had actually forgotten my camera and wasn't about to pay $20 for likely mediocre pictures, so we just visited with Santa. The girls got to tell him what they wanted, sit on his lap, and received candy canes as they said good-bye. It was all really sweet. We did have to wait quite about twenty minutes in line, but it went fast. I called my sister while we were waiting and the girls both got to chat with her.

We didn't spend ANY money at the mall. It was a nice feeling, actually, to just be there as observers, enjoying the holiday decorations and the smells of cider and hot cocoa and candy canes.

Keeping it Simple for the Holidays

This year, we won't be putting lights up on the house. Too much ladder work, and my husband doesn't want to do it. Since I don't want to go up on a ladder either, well, that's that. In a year when we're more flush in the pocket, I'd love to hire one of those companies that come and put up your lights. If they installed permanent hooks, even better.

We compromise though by decorating the fence that surrounds our front yard with lights. For Halloween, I put up purple and orange lights. The other day, I dug out our Christmas stash. Found out that the icicle lights had bit the dust so to speak. I have about 24 feet of them that work, and since I really don't want to buy more lights, I'll fill in with some of the coloured ones that we have for the tree. There are always a few extra strands left after we decorate the tree so we should be fine.


I had a lovely pewter Advent candle holder last year, but it wasn't well designed and spilled wax onto the white-painted mantle. This year, I'm using four small glass tealight holders in a row. They hold three purple and one pink tealight. It's close enough. The photograph is of my mom with older daughter (at age 3), shopping downtown at Christmas time. The dry-looking things are palms from Palm Sunday.

So Much Wasted Thought

Sometimes when I'm in a store, I'll glance at a product for sale and in an instant, change my focus. It's as if a switch were thrown, and I start asking questions, such as...
"Who designed this? Who chose the colors? Who decided it would be a good addition to the world to make this product?"

For every single product out there, someone had to make these decisions. An actual person designed a mold for that plastic doo-dad you saw in the Dollar Store. A real live human had to choose the colors for the (lead) paint that covers it. Another person had to design the packaging, and arrange to have the items fabricated.

Whole rooms full of people (likely Chinese, but perhaps Indonesian, Thai or Vietnamese) created the items that stock our shelves.

When you go into a store, think about these questions. Ask them, before you put down your hard-earned money to add that item to your stockpile.

Yet Another Toy Recall or Why Not to Buy Stuff

So, there's another toy recall in the works, this one involving asbestos. Apparently, an asbestos-illness survivors and relatives group funded the testing themselves (a rare occurance). Read the whole story here.

My thoughts? Don't buy anything!

Cutting Down the Stockpile

I'm a stockpiler. Sales are dangerous, because I'll just stock up. Sure, I do mostly do it with items that we tend to use: shampoo, soap, canned and dry goods, wrapping paper. But...there's always a but, isn't there?

But, I have a small house. I also have trouble letting go. That's a bad combination. The fact is, I don't really save that much money by stockpiling. As you saw with my pantry, all stockpiling got me there was an extra donation to the city compost fund. I have thus been working really hard to avoid building up a surplus.

It's ironic, because I love love love clean open spaces. When the kitchen counters are clear and freshly wiped down, man, what a feeling of peace that invokes. I love an almost empty fridge. Part of that I believe is linked to my clutter disorder. I have so many things out because if I tuck them away, they'll get forgotten. I need to have visuals of everything to keep it in focus. When, say, the fridge is packed, it's overwhelming--I can't see everything. When it's less full, I feel calmer, more in control.

It's very hard to balance the need and desire for open space with the urge to keep, collect and accumulate. That's why I write here, in hopes of finding that balance, finding a way to simply be in the manner that I know leads to more peace and happiness.

Thoughts on Black Friday

I am not a fan of lines. Now, I'm happy to wait for a reason: Disneyland rides, a free cup of good coffee, a restaurant that'll make me go "yum". But waiting in line to buy stuff? No thank you. I'm not a big electronics geek (yes, I like my digital camera, my computer, my laptop, but since I don't play video games and only update my electronics every 3-5 years, well, not much for me to buy). I don't like standing out in the cold, and I also don't like to get up early on a day that my older daughter has off of school. Sleep in and snuggle time!

So, for us, Black Friday was pretty much a non-event. We did head to our downtown to see the shops and the Christmas spirit. We peeked at Santa through the store window (the line was too long and the kids didn't want to talk to him, too shy!). We had a hot chocolaty beverage (love an Americano with some chocolate syrup--good for those of us who don't do so well with milk), we browsed the shops, we didn't do any shopping for the holidays. Well, we did buy a math workbook for older daughter, but that's more of an educational expense than a holiday gift expense, especially since she dove right into it!

How did you spend you day after Thanksgiving? On the couch recovering from too much turkey? Out in the cold, doing an icy sport? Or out in the cold of dawn, waiting outside the Best Buy for the chance to nab a bargain PlayStation or XBox 360 or other of their ilk.

Happy Thanksgiving!

It's the food shopping holiday not the stuff shopping holiday, but still! I did manage to get our Thanksgiving meal shopping done for under $40, including turkey, so I feel good about that.

Happy Thanksgiving! Remember to think about thankfulness, gratitude...we have so very much, it's easy to take it for granted.

Love to you all, In Recovery

Courage

I was courageous yesterday. I walked away. I trusted my gut.

Yesterday, after mass (that's another post, OK?), I stopped by the local Goodwill to drop off some donations that I had organized and packed my trunk with earlier in the day. I pat myself on the back for remembering both to pack the car and to actually get to the Goodwill.

While there, well, someone pulled out of a perfect parking spot right in front of me. How could I not stop in? Besides, it's the holiday season, there might be some fun decorations. So, I did it, I went in.

I browsed for a while. Pink tags were marked 50% off, tempting. I tried on some shoes (nothing there that was more comfortable than the ones I was wearing, but there was this pair of cute heels...too big, but still...). I found 7 or 8 books, for me and for older daughter, who is just tearing through books at a reckless pace. Found a puzzle, Ravensburger, the good ones. Those are almost impossible to pass up and they're very expensive new, close to $10. To find one with all the pieces for a buck, well.

I finally finished, needing to get home and arrange dinner. There were only two cashiers checking out, and one was searching for a DVD for a customer. They keep them in a binder, to cut down on theft. Slow lines. The other cashier called over the next customer, who was two people ahead of me. Still slow. I switched lines, just as the woman ahead of me told the cashier she wanted to buy a piece of furniture. Off they went to the back. The lines had built up behind me. I questioned myself, did I really need these things? I browsed through the books again, looked at the puzzle. I carefully, slowly set the basket down. Stood up straight. And walked out the door to my car.

I breathed deeply as I left the store. And only regretted that it had taken me so long to make the decision to leave.
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Here's a picture of two more bags of donations I sorted out this morning. They'll go tomorrow.

Return to Sender

Or, in this case, to lender. Yesterday I returned three books and a pitcher from the friends they'd been on loan from. That felt good. Of course, both friends had forgotten that I had the items, which either tells you I had them way too long or I have friends with conveniently short memories. Well, you choose.

In other news, local author Sherman Alexie has won the National Book Award for his young adult novel The Absolutely True Story of a Part-Time Indian. You really should buy it and read it.

Resisting Temptation

The sale season is upon us. Special deals (Black Friday!), special events, and the obligatory gift giving that gives us a reason to head into the stores.

Resist. I must resist. Because as I've learned on this journey, keeping the stuff out of the house is the only way for me to have hope of reducing the clutter. Once I claim something, once I see it, want it and acquire it, it becomes...precious...to me. Once it's precious, heck, you'd need a bull and a whip to pry it out of my hands. Once it's been claimed, it wants to stay.

I'm really not a big shopper. There's virtually nothing I need, and frankly, little that I want that can be had for money. But the things I do settle on, well, see above for the risks.

It's early, but...Christmas!

OK, here's a post I really like, about Christmas and frugality over at Being Frugal.net.

I used to love the fall and winter holidays, starting with Halloween, moving to Thanksgiving (love to go shopping in downtown right after Thanksgiving, everyone is still happy and cheerful), Solstice and Christmas. For me, it's more a celebration of the lovely cool weather than the specific religious aspects of the season. We always have a tree, decorated by the children (with help from the cats). We enjoy hot cider, cookies, and, some of us indulge in fruitcake.

None of those things cost much money. You can make a pot of hot cider, with applejuice and a few spices, for about a dollar. A tree? Well, get a forest service permit and you can choose a great tree for just a little $$. Or, buy the "Charlie Brown" tree for about $5 or $7 bucks. You can enjoy the lights and bustle of downtown shopping and not actually spend any money. Visit Santa and let the kids tell him what they want, there's no need to buy the fancy picture package.

In this sense, I think the folks spouting about keeping the Christ in Christmas have a good point-the season isn't about what you can buy but what you believe, whether it's that Jesus was born or that the Sun King is returning or that the oil lasted the full eight days. Or simply that life is precious, and goes all too fast.

How will you keep clutter away at the holidays?

Toy Recalls: Oh, the Angst!

They just keep getting stranger! Read this NY Times article on the Aqua Dots recall.

The toy recalls make me want to box up every toy in the house and start from scratch. Heck, the kids can play with leaves and sticks, right? They don't need toys!

Admittedly, the Aqua Dots one is more disturbing than the more-common lead scares. That a child's toy has an industrial chemical, used deliberately (and yes, used for its intended purpose, which is to prevent water-soluble adhesives from adhering prematurely) that can metabolize into a date-rape drug? That is enough to scare any parent into using only homemade natural toys. Many blogs are tackling this issue, including Parent Bloggers.

The real question is, what to do about the whole phenomenon? Should we all stop purchasing mass-produced toys? What about avoiding toys that are manufactured in certain countries? The problem there is that it's simply hard to find toys that aren't made in China. And that isn't even enough to keep your kids safe. The recent Mattel recalls were for design issues, that is, things that Mattel had control over. It's one thing for a factory to substitute a cheaper, but potentially unsafe for children paint. But when a toy has a design flaw that can lead to an injury? How do we protect ourselves? Information of course is key. Be sure to check the Consumers Union for details of the recent (and, I fear, upcoming) toy recalls.

My answer: keep it simple. Keep the amount of toys in your home to a minimum. Ask for gifts other than toys for holidays and birthdays. Books, gifts of experiences (such as a zoo trip or membership), and clothing are safer choices. Also, consider sticking with the classics: Lego and Playmobil are made in Europe and have been for decades. Both lines have options for multiple ages, and are toys that can jump-start the imagination.

What do you think? What choices will you make this holiday season?

A Few Fun Blogs

Here are a few of the blogs I've been looking at lately. Take a look, you might find a new favorite!

• Cheap Healthy Good - a fellow mayonnaise hater
  
• Wise Bread: Living Large on a Small Budget
  
• National Novel Writing Month - lots of inspiration, and tips for writing that novel!
  

...oh, and today, I cleaned my basement. Swept, tidied, took out the catbox, all the fun stuff.

And to end, a quote for you to ponder!
"Acknowledge the inner twelve year old ... but don't let her drive!"

Keeping Eyes Wide Open

It's so easy to stop looking. When you see something for the first time, your eyes can't take it all in, but they see it. Colors pop, edges are sharp, content is deep. But the next time, it dims a touch. And if you see something (or, someone) everyday, you start to stop seeing it at all.

This is how our houses can become so very cluttered. After not very long, we stop seeing the stuff. We step over it, or around it, push it to the side to get through a doorway, toss it into a pile, which becomes a mountain.

That is why it helps to have a fresh look. New eyes, any eyes. The person need not be an expert. It's purely the new phenomenon that makes it work. Because, to me, that mountain of paperwork on your desk, it's not a fixture, it's an eyesore that I'm seeing for the first time.

The true secret of decluttering, is, thus, to always look with new eyes. Sometimes you just need to take a break from your space for a little while. But you can activate that fresh look, those new eyes, with a little control and determination.

Up to 5,000 words

I've got 5,000 words now. A bit less than if I had averaged 1600 a day, but still making progress. I'm afraid I have to kill off a character I like. It's best for the story though.

NaNoWriMo

810 words today....can't update on the official site, as their server seems to be slammed (no surprise).

...and let the writing begin...

I am a writer. I write here, I write fiction, I write on a couple of other blogs that have nothing to do with clutter and thus I won't link to them here. But in the spirit of sharing, I want to let you all know about NaNoWriMo, aka National Novel Writing Month. The month is November, and it's more than national, it's worldwide.

A while ago, a few years I think, there were a number of online writing buddies who would occasionally do something called the write a novel in a month challenge or the novel in thirty days challenge. They'd all start on the same day, and pound out a novel, sometimes working from notes or an outline, sometimes not. At the end of the month, they'd have a 50-60,000 word rough draft which could then be polished (or tossed) as the case may be. Great fun. I tried a couple, but never got more than a few thousand words in before losing momentum.

If you'd like to try NaNoWriMo, just follow the link that image below will take you to, and join up. Good times for all, and everyone who reaches 50,000 words wins!

Sources of Inspiration

Every once in a while, I'll get a burst of inspiration. Sometimes from within, but more often from a visual--a photograph in a magazine, a glimpse of a lovely living room as I drive down a neighborhood street. I love those moments, because they can carry me along for several hours of decluttering and tidying activities.

Yesterday, I had an active morning, cleaning the bathroom, running a load of dishes and several of laundry. Then, grocery shopping stole all the rest of my energy. What was meant to be a one hour trip turned into double that, and since I had Younger daughter with me, it felt like time just expanded. We didn't even manage to get everything on our list, thanks to going to Grocery Outlet (where you can't count on anything being in stock) and HT, a new Asian market in our area. Both stores had wonderful bargains, and I came home with a huge amount of groceries for not much money, but still, missing crucial items for this week's menus.

The Value of a Clean Financial House

Your financial house is just as important as your brick & mortar house. One financial expert has been quoted as saying that she can tell by the way a person's car looks what their finances look like.

Financial clutter can be harder to assess than pure physical clutter. You can see the excess toys, the books, the dishes that overflow the cupboards. But the only evidence of those superfluous accounts, those forgotten bonds, or that inadequete insurance are the pieces of mail that may (or in the case of bonds, may not) come into the mailbox every month.

Those of us who have extra trouble dealing with paperwork can be especially cursed by cluttered finances. Ever set up an online bank account only to later forget your password? Or lose that opening paperwork in the mass of bills, solicitations and magazines on your desk?

There is help out there! It can be a challenge, but taking the time to put your house of finances in order is crucial for your family's well-being.

Several new online services can help. First, of course, you need to know what you have and where it is. That can take some detective work. Once you have your accounts in hand, an online service such as Mint, Quicken Online or Wesabe can help you to see your whole financial picture and begin budgeting, or at least, tracking your expenses. See this article for more on these services.

Well, That Was Easy (Kid Rooms Part 2)

I haven't washed the rug yet, the washer is full of clothes. Other than that, not bad, eh? I only filled about 1/3 of a bin, there wasn't much chaff.

Messy Kid Rooms: Part 1

Today I'm going to tackle Older Daughter's room. It isn't too bad, actually. Most of the mess was caused by Younger Daughter going in and tossing things around. But there are still excesses of random toys, bits of paper, books, games, etc. My goal is to fill a whole bin with excess from the room, wash or at least shake out the rug, and tidy the nook.


Above you see our starting point. But here are the positives!

She makes her bed every morning. She gets a quarter each day she makes her bed. Nothing wrong with offering an incentive!

Her closet is mostly tidy. The hanging "shoe holder" actually holds outfits that she makes up five or so at a time. Saves so much time and angst in the morning!
Shoe basket on the left, garbage in the center, laundry basket (actually an office-sized garbage can) on the right.

I Have Bins

Yes, I do. I bought a few more of my favourite ones (clear with snap lids), and they're waiting to be filled with excess toys. I've realized that the kids, especially the younger one, will play with anything. If it's out, she loves it. She'll turn anything into a toy. So, why keep so much out if it's all going to be played with?

In tidiness news, I tried a rug cleaner on our living room rug. It has some stains from spills, cat puke, etc. The rug cleaner didn't do a darn thing. The rug either has to be sent out or replaced. I am leaning toward replacement, with a darker coloured one. Anyone know a good place to get a 6 x 9 foot wool rug in the Seattle metropolitan area? I usually go to IKEA (hey, meatballs!), but it's a long haul from my house.

Fall into Intertia

Yes, my house is full of crap. I'm looking at all sorts of weird junk in my basement right now in fact. But oh, how to get it out! How to move and take those steps and make those decisions!

CB suggested that I simply box/bin up the loose stuff rattling around, and that's just what I may do. I know that it does indeed work to put bins of stuff into the garage to 'age' so that I can gain some distance and make decisions. But getting the will to do that, oh me oh my!

Super Fling Boogie at the Flylady!

The Flylady is having a Super Fling Boogie! Read all about it, then post the # of pounds of clutter you've released!

Revenge of the Spice Cabinet

I got up the courage and I did it. And you know, once I got started, it was actually fun. There aren't really many juicy stories about this stuff. The items in the toss pile are old, stale, outdated, you name it. Just sit back and enjoy all my hard work!

Spice Cabinet Before
Top Shelf
Third Shelf
Second Shelf
Bottom Shelf
The pile of old and icky stuff!
Spice Cabinet After--there's so much space!
Top Shelf After
Third Shelf After
Middle Shelf After
Bottom Shelf After
Just look at the contrast between a bottle of dried peppers that had been sitting who knows how long and the lovely bright red ones on the right that my friend J gave me from his garden! Nothing lasts forever!
These noodles are supposed to be bright white, not an unsavoury shade of yellow.
So old that the rubber band had rotted off.

Check out the Unclutterer

This is an interesting study that the Unclutterer reports on: Boston.com story

I find it interesting that the self-assessments were accurate. We tend to fudge on those in so many ways, you know, there's the "how many drinks do you have a week" question that most people fudge, same for how much food in a day. Wonder why we can be accurate about our clutter?

How to use a Garage

The Big Garage Caper

So, in the olden days (um, yeah, like LAST YEAR), my DH was able to park his car in one bay of our garage, while the other side was used for storage. Then, last August, I did some major clutter clearing in the house, but wasn't yet ready to let go of many of the items. I chose to keep them in the garage, rather than forcing release or using the crutch of a storage unit. My sweetie understood that, but made it clear that he would really truly like to be able to park in the garage again.

So, OK, I made that happen. Then, my mom died. And I did want a couple of pieces of her furniture, a large upholstered chair and a dresser (from childhood). Those had to be put in the garage, since more decluttering was required before they could be usefull in the house. And again, no parking for you DH!

Today, my dear CB came over to help me rescue the garage. In just over two hours, we transformed it.
Before (left bay and right bay):


Minivan full of donations!


My Precious kitchen tins! So sought after, so many eBay auctions, so don't need them!


Boxes of Priority Mail boxes I sent for in my eBay days. Going back to the PO.


A box of cds and one of lps that are, even as I type, at the used record shop!


The dumpload!


And the glorious after! (left bay, then right)

It Came from the Pantry!

AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Run away!!!!! Far, far away!!!!!

No, seriously, dude, run.

As you know, I've worked in my pantry before. Several times before. And in the baking cupboard. But this time, I had help from someone who is truly ruthless.

Today, my good friend L helped me with a pantry attack. I've been wanting her input on my pantry for a while, because she is the food-expiration-date Queen. You name it, she can tell you how long you can keep it before it'll rot your guts out. I didn't do much to prepare, because, well, I really wanted her to be harsh, to cut no corners, give me no quarter. And, well, yeah.

We filled three paper grocery sacks of grainy-beany stuff, and those went into compost. We filled five bags of garbage. She made me get rid of dozens of jars of jam from, well, most were from 1999 or 2000. Not *that* long ago. I had made them, so there were attachment issues. And, those went in a garbage bag. Um, don't tell her, but I pulled 'em all out, opened them, emptied them, put the ancient jam into compost, and will wash the jars. They're still good jars!

She used her mysterious pantry powers to rearrange my pantry (which now seems quite spacious, and even has a few empty spots), sorting foods by cuisine as well as type (i.e. cans together in general, but cans of coconut milk say with the Indian cuisine section). Who knew I had that many canned tomatoes? Or six cans of coconut milk? Or five bags of crystalized ginger (all of which were stale and outdated)?

There were no bugs living in my pantry goods. A few spiders, but that's normal for this time of year. Nothing truly disgusting (well, maybe you'll change your mind when you look at some of the pictures below). Just too much food that had sat around for too long. That's my real problem--I don't know how much food our family truly needs to have on-hand.

I also have cooking and homemaking ambitions that just don't fit with the reality of my life or my family's taste in foods. I had all sorts of interesting grains. Does my family enjoy meals made with interesting grains? Uh, not so much. They prefer a meat or tofu or bean main dish, with rice or potatoes and a green vegetable and/or salad. That's the sort of meal that everyone actually eats. Not kashi or barley soup or rye berry special delight.

So, on with the photo show! You know you've been itching for more pictures. Well, here ya go!

Empty Tupperware bins (these will be sold on Craig's List soon)

The lovely mess the little children made while we tossed ancient food.

Bags of food heading to the compost bin. Luckily, today was pick-up day.

A whole pile-O-crapola.

The bags of garbage.

Empty jam jars.


Empty jam in a compost bucket.


So tidy and neat!

The new top shelf.

The new middle shelf.

The new bottom shelf.


So many clean jars!

Deep Thoughts from The Simple Dollar

I've recently found The Simple Dollar, a thoughtful, nicely written financial blog. This post really resonated with me. He writes about how he and his wife went through their house and looked, really looked at all their possessions. A useful exercise.

Forward, Onward, Blah, Blah, Blah

OK, I did a few little things today. I culled some plastic containers from my kitchen. You know, those butter tubs and yogurt containers that build up. Yeah, got rid of some of them. I still need to cull baking pans, but that can happen another day.

I had a nice talk with a friend today, and it reminded me that we can collect too many tasks, just as we can collect too many things. This friend has done a lot for an organization, and essentially paid her dues. But, they're still wanting more. Just as it's hard to let go of precious belongings ("my Barbies!!"), it's hard to let go of responsibilities, especially when it's for a cause dear to our hearts. But, for mental health, sometimes we have to say "enough!" ...just as sometimes, with those stacks of newspapers, those back-ups of back-ups of spares of "just in case's", we have to let go.

Little Bits and Pieces

I did a little putzy work yesterday, just making some space. Tidied up an area near my computer desk, where I have some open bins for current paperwork-intensive tasks. I found a stash & dash banker's box, which I think came from one of the cubbies underneath our dining room seating bench. Those can be dangerous. You think having more storage space will help you out, but nope, it's actually just a way to thoughtlessly accumulate more stuff.

So, this whole box was essentially the contents of at least one of the three cubbies. Old newspapers, crossword puzzles, letters and cards, empty padded envelopes. Letters from my mom to the kids (trigger tears, yes, and again writing this). Most of it went straight into recycling. The rest needs another pass, and then probably storage in a letters box.

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The Little One started back at preschool today. I picked up my novel where I left off back in, um, yes, June, yes, that's it, June. Friggin' June! I'm a third of the way through a rough draft re-write, incorporating comments from my writer's group. They're all too darn smart and have too many good ideas. It's hard work, but once I get this done, they get to read it again and then one more pass before I send it out into the world.
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Today, why don't you let go of one thing that you've been holding onto. That stack of newspapers, those books you've read once and didn't really like all that much, one mug from your coffee mug collection. Let it go. It'll be all right without you, promise!

Back to School and Back on the Wagon

Today was the first day of school here in our district. Older DD started second grade. Younger DD will go back to preschool next week (although today you would have thought she was a kindergartener!).

And that means, it's time for me to get back on the wagon. The decluttering wagon, that is. I did some tidying in the kitchen, moved some bits and pieces that had built up on the kitchen window sills. But there's so much more that could be done, that I want to do. So many changes, that require the removal of SO MUCH STUFF.

I'm reading this book right now. It's a God-send for hoarders, and I hope that many others find it. These people really understand, they get it. And, if you are someone who helps hoarders (either a therapist, a professional organizer or a familiy member of a hoarder), this book can help you too.

Garden Clutter

In other words, weeds. I've been working on our front yard, half of which is lawn with some beds at the edges, the other half of which contains a garden railroad. That side, despite a good mulching last year, has gotten all weedy again. Over the past two days, I've been weeding and then pouring mulch again. Ran out of mulch last night, so this morning, after weeding for a good hour and a half, went out and picked up six bags of mulch. Yes, it's cheaper by the yard, but my car isn't a pick-up, and there's a place just blocks away where I can get it for about $2.99 a bag on sale. Not so bad.

Pictures coming soon.