And the progress continues! The dogs are loving all the action and all the new sniffs uncovered by plugging away at organizing every weekend. I’m feeling a bit discombobulated, however. But only a bit. I’m rather surprised at how not freaked out I am by all this. I’d been expecting to have had at least one or two meltdowns by this stage, but so far there’s been barely a twinge. I credit this to JD’s approach to it all. There’s never any question that the decisions are mine, and are never (well, hardly ever ;-)) questioned, no matter how odd they may appear at the time. At no time does it feel like an invasion or like I have no control over what’s happening, which makes up for a lot of discomfort caused by my general embarrassment over the situation. Yes, it’s embarrassing to have someone else see all that. Which is probably why I keep “forgetting” to take pictures of the before and after of the last few weeks. I have every intention of doing so, but for some reason I only remember when it’s too late. Dang subconscious self-sabotage. NEXT WEEK, I PROMISE! (hear that, subconscious, you’re really on the hook now!)
Anyhoot, last week we took 8 boxes to storage and got another 2 under way. I’m noticing quite a difference over the last month of this. And not only the things like: I think we packed away the lighter I use for my candles during our last bout of organizing. Good thing I had another one that I could un-package and use. Once again I’m left wondering why they package those things pre-set to “flamethrower”? Good thing Stan’s got short legs is all I can say.
This weekend’s task is the 5-foot Tower of Stuph formerly known as the blue chair. Getting past it without causing an avalanche is a lot like some kind of agility test. This will end. I hope. I’m aiming to have it down to something in the 2-3 foot range. PICTURES WILL HAPPEN!! (see, subconscious, I’m shoving you out of your comfort zone again.)