The energy for purging and rearranging is waning, but I've gone too far to stop. The house is an obstacle course at the moment. Yesterday I sat in the middle of the piles, boxes, shelf in the middle of the room, and stitched for the first time in almost two weeks.
Organizing has been a life-long challenge.
Remembering when Dad brought home a "Dump" sign from one of his job sites and nailed it to my bedroom door, and then there were the times when he would take away the door all together in an effort to force me into picking it up.
And the time in college, when a friend returned a book by wrapping it in a bag and taping it to my dorm room mirror with a note, "I would have left it on your desk, but was afraid you'd never see it again."
Stitching is so much more fun.
Next, I'm heading up to the book, old games, toys, and everything else we haven't known what to do with room . . . if you don't hear from me soon, send help!
