In August, I decided I would post on first Mondays. I was preoccupied with Harvey for September’s first Monday.
I’ve been enjoying some time outside. The intense heat and humidity has been a bit less.
I have been trying to decide on whether to expand a flower bed or not. I have been moving toward simpler and now this would not be simpler. It would mean more to tend. I’m not sure if I want to commit to taking care of twenty feet of border. For years.
I read back over some posts from earlier this year. I have continued to get rid of unneeded items. I read the Kon Mari book. My impression of the writer is that she has no clue what it means to be a traditional Southerner. Sentiment and keepsakes. Decorative trinkets and festive decor are part of life. And our life has included households of deceased relatives to deal with.
He is not a minimalist. He likes to have two and a spare for most things. I have a problem with books and clothes I never wear among other things.
We have our daughter’s salvage from their apartment stacked here. I can honestly say it has not stressed me having it everywhere. If it was my stuff, I would be having a stress meltdown.
Our prayer is for she and her family to find a home quickly. Not because of the stuff in the kitchen or the cats on the porch. But, because they need to get resettled from being displaced. The Harvey flood effected so many. And many of my dear loved ones.
Strength and resilience. Now that the urgent phase is passing, the long haul through restoration is beginning. Grief must be dealt with. Then a new normal can grow into a renewed life.
I praise Him for being Grace and Mercy and Strength and Hope.
Rather than resolutions, I have set a deadline. I have several “projects” similar to the snow village lined up to do. I have a large ornate framed canvas with an oil painting I don’t like. I only bought the piece for the frame. I picked up a landscape picture about 20 by 40 inches. There are some other things I can’t specifically recall at the moment. Things lurking in the closets and on shelves. I have particular plans for some of the items. Some of the items are still awaiting inspiration. The deadline has to do with actually completing things.
I am going to spend some moments gathering things. I will either complete the project at hand or get rid of the stuff February 1. January 31 is the last day to complete things. Let’s see if I can stick to this plan.
Additionally, I have set the same deadline to unload some excess dishes and kitchen items. With all my talk of decluttering, my kitchen is seldom mentioned. Rather, I continue to add to my packed cabinets. Dishes are like chairs for me. Both represent hospitality and parties and a house full of people visiting. They are occasionally irresistible. Particularly when they match or resemble things from the ancestors’ kitchens.
Another area that remains untouched is my jewelry collection. I don’t have any real stuff beyond a few rings and a pair or two of earrings. I have piles of costume jewelry, though. Some of it has to go. And not to my daughter’s house. She says it will go to the prop room at the school theater. I’m not sure it will make it there. She likes to collect as much as I do.
I intend to keep this scheduled deadline for several reasons. I want to resolve past projects. Either finish or eliminate them. I want to spend time working on the yard in February and March. I am supposed to have a particular visitor coming in February as well. By May, I will be fully engaged with another new Dream. This one a Texas Dream.
Incentive and motivation are so important in my venture. The incentive is increased physical space, less cleaning, easier cleaning, more energy, more free time, less wasting of mental energy on indecision. Motivation is preparing for the new generation before they get going on their feet.
I have a slight hope that eliminating distractions will force me to write. Not this babbling. Not my journal scribbling. I need to focus and write the stories. Write the tales that haunt my dreams and drift in memories. Write the tales that will be unfolding in the coming years. Write the tales I want my grands to read. Tales that will show them who we are. Show them the toughness and the love that brought us to this point in this race of beings.
Yes. I would say I have incentive and motivation to meet my self-imposed deadline. Now, if I can just pay attention long enough to get it done!
Happy New Year. May all our plans be guided by a Greater Hand and be filled with His Love.