. . . and every thing in its place was one of the proverbs that misled me, and confounded my housekeeping. It is not true. There is not a place for everything; nor can every thing have its own place. Maybe that worked a hundred years ago when things were not widely...
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Angst: An Unexpected Way to Reach My Step Goal
Angst and My Step Goal It remains a goal – reaching the allotted number of steps and feeling the reward of a little buzz on my wrist each day. However, since I am a borderline couch potato, when the weather is uncooperative, I now walk in place more than I ever...
Being Useful in a Tsunami
When a friend’s child dies, it’s like watching a tsunami roar in, over, and through but being wholly unable to stop the onslaught of pain and grief. It’s like watching a polio survivor in an iron lung – their pain changes their ability even to breathe. What can I do ....
Mame Was Right: We Need A Little Christmas Right This Minute
Auntie Mame Was Right! Humming a favorite show tune I finished decorating the homestead for the holidays, and put away 97.8% of the boxes. (It wouldn't be me if some clutter didn’t remain.) Maybe I rushed to get the decorations up this year, because the reason for...
Too Stressed to be Blessed?
About Being Stressed A former plain-speaking Texas friend used to say, drivers in Dallas traffic rob her invariably of her charm and composure. So, she pasted a sign on her steering wheel, “Too blessed to be stressed.” That simple phrase keeps her from unlady-like...
Cleaning Up After Myself – Never My Strong-Point
There Was A Reason for The Mess in the Garage I moved from morning ruminations, picked up my trowel, and got gardening. It seemed like the more I did, the more I saw needed doing! This is why I enjoy gardening. Puttering and potting is as good a therapy as painting...
Spring Gardening May Be On Hold But The Gardener Is Not
So, Spring Was A Little Late This Year Before the snow-magedon that didn’t quite happen a few weeks ago, I saw a brave little crocus, nestled at the base of a neighbor’s large river oak. The contrast of its fragile color so close against the rough bark called me over...
Sorting, Sifting and Showcasing
In some ways, I feel we never left Maryland. However, when I remember that we spent three months of this year sorting and sifting so much STUFF I wake up from that delusion. We've kept at the purging. A lot of clutter and treasures and books will soon be serving in...
How Moving is Like Summer School
Summer school was not something I would have chosen for fun – but, I had to take a few classes in order to graduate. I was given another chance to master what I had missed. The move back has felt like those rigorous summer school classes I had to take: chemistry,...
Memo to Self: Pray More Deliberately than I Pack
With so much now packed, and out of reach, I realize again, how little I need to live. A couple of plates, two pots, a skillet . . . and a few great carry outs and I’m set! Of course, a woman can’t live by carryout alone . . . nor will her husband! However, it is true...
It May Look Awful, But It Holds the Overflow of My Life!
I have a junk basket – a catchall that has prominence on a kitchen counter until we have dinner guests – when I quickly remove it to our bedroom. It’s not large – maybe 12x8x6. Yes, it is an eyesore, yet oh so handy. For in it I stash pencils, paper, clippings, scotch...
Yesterday’s Cleaners Are More Useful Than Yesterday’s Attitude
I diagnosed a disorder I had known I had for years: H.A.D.D.: Housework Attention Deficit Disorder. Housekeeping – fighting clutter, dirt, and dust-bunnies – is the one component of homemaking that if ignored (too long) ruins all the fun stuff. I can wait too long to...
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