We dodged a bullet last night. We were supposed to get a coating of ice, but as far as I can tell, we didn’t. When I heard the school bus arrive on time, I knew, without even looking outside, that it hadn’t happened. It’s been very cold here from the moment we came back from Paris, much earlier than usual. We usually don’t get this kind of warning in mid-November.
I reorganized and purged lots of the stuff in my dresser yesterday. I have to be in the right kind of mood for that sort of thing and I was. I pulled a chair up to the dresser and started pulling things out, making keep piles, making discard piles. It took me a couple of hours, but I’m very pleased with the results. Because we have so little storage space, an oddly shaped bedroom closet (which we share, by the way) and never enough storage for sweaters, jeans, etc., I think I just give up until I reach the point where I can’t stand it any longer. That happened yesterday.
I have a whole list of things I need to attend to.
It’s the eternal problem with a small house, especially a small house that was built in 1891. Not enough storage space. It feels like I’m always thinking about how to create storage here. It’s never-ending.
As they say, it is what it is.
Today is for grocery shopping, more work around the house, and, if I can find the time, more reading.
Happy Monday.