Tuesday, August 19, 2008

I Need to Have a Rummage Sale.

Status: Thank heaven I'm a morning person--sort of. 'Nuff said.

Okay, Olympics and Revisions don't mix. What was I thinking? Luckily my favorite events ever are water (swimming, diving) and gymnastics, so the "really fun" events are over for me. Beach volleyball is fun (and stressful) and Hubby and I laughed and laughed because we weren't aware that "trampoline" was an Olympic event. Is this a new thing? Dang, those girls were catching MAJOR air. I would have broken both legs. I am NOT trampoline-savvy. (My friend Jenni can attest to this!--remember Thanksgiving at Nan's?)

Anyway, I rewrote the beginning of the opening chapter. So, that's progress. But at 11:30 I had to call it quits.

Tonight I've been asked (again) to fill in and teach Cub scouts for the Bears. Last time it was knots. I am actually quite adept at a few of them now, I'm proud to say. Especially my Slip Knot. But I need to figure something else out. It should be LOADS of fun with a 15-month old, especially when his sister will be doing her own thing with the other girls and won't be able to watch him.

So, yesterday, I was cleaning out the closets and getting ready to rotate the summer clothes out, and the winter clothes in. And I realized I still have clothes from the 90's. A LOT of them. I just can't bear to part with some of them! Sweaters especially. Those really never go out of style.

I know, I know...

I have also realized for the umpteenth time, that I am a pack rat. Like a little squirrel, dutifully storing up nuts for the winter, I have boxes of birthday cards, trinkets the kids made in school, pictures, and boxes of other "sentimental" junk.

I know. I KNOW!!!

But I don't want to spend the rest of summer cleaning out my basement storage area. I want to ENJOY these last few weeks. So I'll commence Operation Sentimental Junk Sift-Through when it gets too cold to go outside. I love being in that back portion of the basement. It wraps around and goes for days, and I can't hear children calling my name (or Hubby, for that matter) or a phone ringing. In fact, whenever I'm back there, I have to take a walkie talkie, so I can get "paged."

Except the spiders get to me. I don't do spiders. Blech.

Happy Tuesday! (It's Tuesday Toast Day at our house, yum!)


Anonymous said...

I'm SO sorry...you collect things like your mother. It is agony to throw things (precious memories) out. I still can't bring myself to throw out each and every card your Father and I have given each other over the last 37 years.



Anonymous said...

I remember my calls to duty as a cub den leader ::shudder::

Very glad those days are over.

LOL on the basement that goes on forever. Sounds like it would be a nice place to write if you could get rid of the spiders.

Unknown said...

My wife and I had the exact same reaction list night when trampoline came on. I wasn't sure at first if it was another society piece that NBC was doing or an actual event.

Anonymous said...

I think for the most part I've didn't get the pack-rat gene, I remember being bad growing up, but for the last 8 years or so, I've thrown a TON away and haven't really been keeping much. I still have 3 small Avon boxes of stuff left over from the old house, but other than that most of the stuff in storage is Dan's, who IS a pack rat (heaven help us).

Although living in apartments and not having kids makes a difference; however I can proudly say that I have NO clothes from the 90's, and if I do happen to come upon an item, it's in my pj drawer! Of course I was goth in the 90's so black never really goes out of style anyway (but the spiked velvet collar might be a wee bit outdated) *smirk*.


Michelle Miles said...

I think every mother does this! I know I do. I can't bear to part with Matthew's artwork and stuff from school and church. hehe

And I have clothes from high school, too. I can't get rid of them either. We women are like that. We'll throw away old boyfriends but hang on to clothes we'll never wear again. Go figure.

Anonymous said...

I don't believe in throwing things out that are meaningful. It's crap promoted by those who hire themselves out as "organizers" when what they really want you to do is to destroy your own personal history so they get to rewrite it.

Box it up and put it in the garage or attic. That's why you have storage space.

Jennifer said...

Thanks for the trampoline memory. I just got back from Nan's about half an hour ago!