Actually, that was yesterday. We decorated it the last week in November when Martti and Riitta were here. Today was take a box up to the closets day. It worked out well. The cleaners have changed to Friday, so they were able to vacuum all the needles. Even artificial trees make a mess. I've changed the "dressing" on the dining room table, and all the Christmas decor is gone, A friend is cleaning out her home in preparation for a move since her two sisters have moved to the a near-by retirement/nursing home. Her tales have inspired me, so while I was putting away the Christmas boxes, I started taking out some things that need to go to the VOA or the Discovery shop. If I recall, it was 3 pair of jeans I didn't take the last time I did this, some faded but loved table clothes--one of my mom's and one of mine, and some holey ones left from dad's Marine service days. Also, a lovely smokey blue knitting skein with needles I'd started to work on many years ago while we lived at Lakeside. I just never got the hang of it no matter how often I tried. Four couch throw pillows made the cut--last time I looked at them I wasn't ready to pitch. And bunches of artificial flowers and ivy, I think they've been in this house at least 20 year--at least the color theme seems to be late 90s or early 2000s. I can see why decluttering is a good thing--everyone says it's good, but my goodness, saying good-bye is difficult. I just tossed in the trash about a ream of paper I'll never use. It's from those fat political screeds printed on one side only. It makes me think of my Grandmother (Mary) who did all her correspondence on used paper--a habit she kept after the Great Depression. I also went through a batch of pencils to see how many worked.
It's been a week since my pacemaker (dual chamber) was implanted and I think I'm taking fewer naps and staying awake in the evening later. That's good. I'm tracking my blood pressure and it seems to be behaving.
My Saturday Bible class is starting a new session tomorrow, but I plan to skip it. It's a Blackaby series, and I remember doing it in the 1990s. Boring. In fact, our whole church also did it while the classes did it also. Double boring.
Here's my 2017 efforts to declutter: Collecting My Thoughts: Monday Memories--moving the books out
This is NOT my dining room—it’s my neighbor Jan’s. Each year she does something a little different. I’m so happy she has shared her ideas with us—she even decorates the chairs. She is a fabulous decorator—even does store windows and others’ homes.
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