Today was Sunday, and instead of having fun hanging out with my knitting friends, I spent the afternoon in the basement with Larry, trying to finish up the Great Clean-Out of 2017 before his sisters visit and before I totally lose my shit about all the crap we have accumulated.
That was only one sentence, but I'm tired. New paragraph!
So, yes, Larry and I stood down there and discussed what to do with boxes of books (GET THEM OUT) and Whiffleball bats and soccer cones and DVD's; I rifled through my oldest's "Collect All The State Quarters" book, removed the coins, and threw the pages out (sorry, Theo!); I dumped old binders and file folders relentlessly in the giveaway bin. We hauled some bookshelves and cabinets over to a neighbor's house (that was emotional for me - we bought those faithful HUSAR cabinets at IKEA 20 years ago and they've served our family well).
|Looks almost as good as my cleared-out family room|
In the middle of all this, I managed to bake up a batch of the no-knead bread I've raved about in posts past. Seriously, eating slabs of that slathered with butter was the only bright spot in the day. Well, that and standing in the almost-cleared basement around 4 PM and realizing with relief that I could actually bear being down there.
My stupid cold is still here, today in the shape of a sore throat that just won't quit. My new knitting project refused to cooperate with me this morning and is lying in a confusing heap on the sofa. We have Halloween bearing down on us in only two days and I FORGOT TO BUY A PUMPKIN. My neighbor has informed me that the stores are all out of them.
I haven't told Susie yet.
AND I have a high school senior. Yes, that's right, Brian has a college application due in a couple of days. Even for me, the polar opposite of a helicopter parent, this is stressful. The thought of having a disgruntled high school graduate stuck at home next year because we somehow messed up these applications? Well, it gives me nightmares, to tell you the truth. And not just because I've got plans to commandeer his bedroom closet for yarn storage purposes...