I’m still waiting for the delivery of the missing part H’s for my garment racks. Therefore, mom’s living room has become my closet. Four wardrobe boxes of hanging clothes, six+ boxes of shoes J, three clear vue storage boxes with all my drawer clothes. And I can’t find anything. So now there are hangered clothes all over the furniture and up turned boxes spilling out shoe boxes (I like to keep my shoes in their original box) and various unmentionables in piles on the floor. What’s more, yesterday it was 16 degrees, today it is 55. The joy of choosing what to wear and getting dressed has been dampened now that I have to find it and then iron it. Hurry up UPS guy!!
I was yawning as I enjoyed a lovely 45 minute walk today. I think it was my body’s way of getting more oxygen into my lungs…because I had spent the previous 15 minutes of my walk on the phone with my mom. I get winded when I talk, repeat what I said, talk louder with enunciation and walk at the same time. Once fully oxygenated, I took a quick rest to snap a photo of a house that was still decked out in Xmas decorations. Quite lovely it was, even if it is March.
I took down mom’s Xmas decorations when I got back home. She keeps all this holiday stuff downstairs in her laundry room storage area, which we had cleaned out and rearranged last summer I think. No more. When I slid the door to the side I got beaned on the head with an artificial flower arrangement. The closet was stuffed with them. I counted 35 in all. WT? My nose started to run from the dust, I really didn’t want to mess with them so I shoved the Xmas decorations in any tiny space I could find, closed the door and performed my best ever Scarlett O’Hara impersonation. I did manage to hose off the one that beaned me and place it on the dining room table, however. Mom’ll like that.
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