It has been so long since I’ve been on this blog I had to look up the password.
Not sure where to begin since I’m trying to keep it together here, but barely hanging on a thread. We are moving into a tiny shoebox house for a couple of months in two weeks, 2 WEEKS, so the packing post-holidays has begun in earnest. It appears however that things are not quite as overwhelming as I thought, originally, since we do not appear to have quite as much useless stuff as I first assumed, but on the other hand, the way we store some of the stuff we want to keep has me ranting and raging on a regular basis lately.
I must find a way to train the entire family how to be more….orderly. Or something. Continue reading
Today I broke the lawnmower. You can interpret the title of this post any which way you want: is the lawnmower moody? (yes) Am I moody? (yes) Is anyone else moody because of us? (yes) Continue reading
When people live in tiny homes, built during the post-war era (or thereabouts) a lot of things used to be smaller. Or missing altogether. Electrical outlets come to mind, for example. Although we are not exactly missing outlets at my house, it’s more like there’s not enough of them. I believe code today says you need one every six feet. That would be great, luxurious even because our living room where we do most of our hanging out only has three outlets, and one doesn’t work. The other two are connected to power bars with lamps, computers and other energy-sucking devices plugged into them. That is simply not enough in today’s society.
Back in the post-war era, people seem to have managed with less stuff, and I’m not just talking about electronics. Continue reading
I lose many battles in this house, but no battle irritates me more than the endlessness of incoming paper.
The paper that enters my, and most everyone’s house includes, but is not limited to: Continue reading
Caution: consider this post conversational, not enlightening. I have no one else to talk to at the moment so here you go, internet, I have to get a few words out of my head. Let’s start with a list of things I noticed during my blogging hiatus: Continue reading
We’re in a deep freeze. It’s cold out there!
So of course the furnace broke. We’re staying warm with space heaters.
This post is partly inspired by a recent twitter conversation I had with Samantha McGarry (@samanthamcgarry) but the topic had been brewing in my head for a while. This is what we do about household chores now.
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You wanna know what doesn’t work for us? Continue reading
Sometimes I wonder why I get nothing accomplished, especially things that are not part of the daily household chores. There are endless items that need purging and sorting in the basement, and I just can’t seem to get to it. Perhaps I let myself get distracted too easily.
For example, I get up on Saturday morning, look at the weather and the weather report, determine that there’s an at least 50% chance activities are canceled for the day, and plan on sorting tools in our renovated basement that still requires putting back together after the renovations were completed. The sooner I get that basement purged and re-organized the better mood I will be in, I tell myself.
So this is what happens with my good intentions, in order and self-dialogue: Continue reading
That’s how much I’ve lost, today. Continue reading
Nothing is truly lost until mom can’t find it
No truer words have ever been written. I’m telling you right now, the state of my house has me at my absolute nervous-breakdown edge, and looking for lost stuff is what my daily life consists of. Continue reading