What is the lesson?

It could be: Strike while the iron is hot.

It could be: Be glad you can get down on your hands and knees and clean.

What happened is that (more…)

“Sometimes I just dream of a home of mine, with very little stuff, nice and tidy. With so much light in it.” Heavensubscriber

I can remember when I had been on my own for many years (more…)

I understand totally how you feel about having to pick up after someone, and how trying it can get. I tend to leave physical disorder in my wake, but that doesn’t mean I like other people’s lack of order, not in the least — nor does it mean I like my own. I don’t. I don’t love myself for it.  Maybe some people don’t mind their own disorder, but I do mind mine, but, apparently, not enough,  not to the extent that I take care of picking up after myself as I go. I tend to leave it for “later.” (more…)

You know my friend Dianita of the Singing Bells?

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This morning I am Godwriting. Heaven Admin comes into my office like an elf. Quietly and purposefully, he opens the closet and removes all the overflow I had stuffed there. He takes it off somewhere, and, so, like an elf who can spin straw into silk, Heaven Admin weaves order in my house. Heaven Admin is a good elf, you understand. He weaves for the joy of weaving and asks nothing in return.

You realize that what (more…)

Nice Surprise during Moving Sale

My postman came to the moving sale and bought some things I thought I couldn’t part with. What was extra nice was that I was able to ask him to hold my mail while I was away! And he will deliver it all right to my door when I get back.  Isn’t this remarkable United States Postal Office curb service?

Nice Occurrence at the Mexican Restaurant Afterwards (more…)

This moving sale was a long time coming, and it was a great success! We had a turnout! There must have been a hundred people at least. It didn’t slow down. I mean there were throngs of people and hardly room to move! It was so hectic that there wasn’t a chance to put a Sold sign up on the little chest freezer for instance. Lauren sold the little chest freezer again after I had already sold it! (more…)

The other night, I saw one of those house-selling shows. (more…)

That very same day of the woodchuck (Marmota monax) crisis, Dianita came over to help me get organized in the house, so Dianita was in on some of the police visits. She definitely observed the gun demonstrations.

Dianita helped me with the house tremendously.  She “made” me put into the office clothes closet exclusively what I am taking with me. This, of course, meant removing from the closet everything I’m not taking with me. We did it — with the exception of a few undecideds.

And so we (more…)

The mover picked up my beautiful red couch and two black chairs and coffee table, and a few things of Lauren’s — one big box of winter clothes, her desk, her TV. By the time this blog appears, I expect Lauren will have furniture in her Chicago studio apartment.  She is eager to have furniture for its bare usefulness as furniture.

As for me, it’s not the utility of my furniture I’m missing. I miss the contemporary style. I miss the brightness. I miss the shapes. I miss the overall effect in the room. (more…)