We have a rummage sale coming up at the church. I have stuff. I spent Saturday trying to part with some of it. The DVDs were first. I’m letting go of about 5%. Applause, applause. Books are next, a little easier to sacrifice but still a predictably small percentage. After church, Honey grabbed almost all of our incredible collection of Max Lucado books saying we needed to give someone else a chance to be blessed and I pulled back only three. Pat me on the back for pulling back only three. I looked at the CD rack, paused, and walked away. Not yet.
There is a pile of rubble in the middle of my bedroom. It’s really clothing, but if I call it rubble, I can deal with it. If I pulled out everything in the closets that are too small, the rubble will turn into a landfill. That’s my goal. I’ll be able to pack my entire remaining, for lack of a better term, wearable wardrobe, into a backpack. (breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out).
I have a box full of belts ready for exile, items that are good only as necklaces now, very ugly necklaces. That box sits on top of a box full of purses. If I even look like I’m going to touch it, Honey will wrap it in yellow police tape. But, I’m only going to count them for posting to Turbo’s ItsDeductible program. I don’t think he believes me.
At work the load has picked up and we haven’t replaced the person who lost her job because of absenteeism. Today I worked 10 hours and should get in early tomorrow so that at week’s end I have some OT and still get off 90 min early on Friday for a dinner date. An additional featurette this evening is the on and off pattern to the power grid. Evidently there is some power-pole work going on in the neighborhood. If it goes back on long enough for me to charge my phone tonight, I’ll have a way to get up tomorrow, not shower, not eat, and still get to work on time.
Life in the slow lane. Ain’t it fun sometimes? I could always read by the light of the street lamp, ‘cuz I don’t think we have a flashlight. Hey, wait — how about that million candle 10 pound yellow thing I was going to shine on Gore’s fuel-pig-jet on Lights Out night? I wonder if it’s charged. Yup, charged all right. But the beam is so bright, the battery dies in 10 minutes.
Power’s on… for now.