The snow is still on the mountain. There is an old Native American expression that states as long as the snow is on the peak the winds will continue to blow. I believe those old Native Americans are pretty smart people.
I had an amazing weekend. As a mean old Air Force master sergeant, I used to move often. Well, about every three years or so. And during the move, the house would be cleaned, items not needed anymore would be disposed of, files would be Cleared and straightened up, all in preparation for the big day.
After we bought our house in 1994, we have not moved since. We enjoy the house. We dust, we make the beds, clean the kitchen and cut the yard. And, it seems as though in the last 23+ years, we have not prepared for a move. I started to recognize this one day about a year ago when I looked around and said, “Holy crap. Where did all this stuff come from?”
Since then, I have been slowly and steadily trying to battle the overflow of all those wonderful things that sneak into our lives and then turn into junk. Some days as the battle rages the junk wins. Some days, like this last weekend, I get to put a dent in it. At least I now have my files 75% organized and thinned of unneeded items.
I know that this is a small victory in the overall junk wars. Yet, I will take any victory I can get.
Have a great start to a good week. Hope to talk with you again tomorrow.
Have a great day