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This morning I woke up at 3.30am. I got out of bed, opened the closet doors, and pulled out all the skirts, pants, and dresses. Then I sorted out the ones to donate, and tallied the rest. Then I did the same for the shoes. Ah, my beloved comfortable-soled booties whose 2.75 inch heel is too high for me now. I wore you each but thrice. Onward to new homes where you'll be appreciated.
(Shoe companies??? Women want shoes that are timeless, elegant, and stylish **and** have a lower-than-1.5 inch heel. Make it happen.)
So for those keeping score (which is really only me) that's 3 out of 4 closets sorted, sifted, downsized, and tallied.
Next week I'll tackle the Great Messpile. First, I have to sort through the knee-high stacks of boxes in front of the closet. They're only 3 rows deep. I can do that. Right?
...halp.
Home showings have dribbled off. Now that Biden's stepped down from rerunning for president, everybody's uncertain. The Dems are supposedly working to try and come up with their Best Bulletproof Candidate to slamdunk the OD (Orange Dictator) even though Biden basically handed the baton to Harris. So now...people who were looking to buy homes are holding off until their own homes sell, or until there's less uncertainty. I have no idea when the next viewers will come through, but I hope to have the Messpile cleaned out and looking staged Real Soon Now so that people can actually SEE the room. I also think that I'm through leaving the house when people come through for a showing. The last showing I had before everything ground to a halt, the people showed up nearly half an hour early. I couldn't get out of my driveway, and based on what my realtor said, I snuck out the back door and hid in the back yard until the realtor showed up and took the family inside. Then I went to my neighbors' house and read until those people left. It was still a bit weird.
After this morning's early shenanigans, I bought myself some new coloring books as a treat. Some will arrive in 2 days, some in 4 days, some in 5, and a few in about a month.
(Shoe companies??? Women want shoes that are timeless, elegant, and stylish **and** have a lower-than-1.5 inch heel. Make it happen.)
So for those keeping score (which is really only me) that's 3 out of 4 closets sorted, sifted, downsized, and tallied.
Next week I'll tackle the Great Messpile. First, I have to sort through the knee-high stacks of boxes in front of the closet. They're only 3 rows deep. I can do that. Right?
...halp.
Home showings have dribbled off. Now that Biden's stepped down from rerunning for president, everybody's uncertain. The Dems are supposedly working to try and come up with their Best Bulletproof Candidate to slamdunk the OD (Orange Dictator) even though Biden basically handed the baton to Harris. So now...people who were looking to buy homes are holding off until their own homes sell, or until there's less uncertainty. I have no idea when the next viewers will come through, but I hope to have the Messpile cleaned out and looking staged Real Soon Now so that people can actually SEE the room. I also think that I'm through leaving the house when people come through for a showing. The last showing I had before everything ground to a halt, the people showed up nearly half an hour early. I couldn't get out of my driveway, and based on what my realtor said, I snuck out the back door and hid in the back yard until the realtor showed up and took the family inside. Then I went to my neighbors' house and read until those people left. It was still a bit weird.
After this morning's early shenanigans, I bought myself some new coloring books as a treat. Some will arrive in 2 days, some in 4 days, some in 5, and a few in about a month.
