Tossing

I have been sorting and tossing, frantic to get the garage and basement done. With the burglary of my car I want it parked in the garage. With the loss of my personal space in the basement, I want it back.

A friend of mine with a talent for organizing came over with her daughter. they have been motivating me to toss and purge. She just roles her eyes at the mess and digs right in. She said yesterday, I have more books than a sane person needs. I am now up to 10 boxes that have been donated or are on their way out the door. I can see concrete floor.

I will be shopping a rug and couch soon at goodwill. If I can make the space look pleasant the boys will love it. It is much brighter than the other space they are occupying at the moment.

I feel overwhelmed by the project unless I have my help with me. I can see the items through their eyes, and it is easier to purge. There are items I am torn about, those I put aside. I need a maybe pile but right now there is so much that is certain donate, I don't need to worry about the maybes yet.

There is a lot of art work I am stacking in the garage. Eventually I will hang the art downstairs to make the space more friendly and finished. There is just so much to do. I do a little everywhere and you cant tell I did anything.

My girlfriend comes in like a whirlwind and with the help of my boys to carry up the boxes, soon dents appear in the piles.

Though she doesn't understand about keeping favorite childhood books, she re boxes them and adds them to the keep pile. I am just happy to purge what I do want to get rid of, and I am pleased with how much and how easy some of it just goes out of the house. And there is more, so much more to be gone through and tossed.