We are moving right along on the GHIP. Yesterday, we took a break from it all, and somehow managed to have half the neighborhood in our garage, enjoying the fruits of our labor. For whatever reason, the song by the Dixie Chicks, "Wide Open Spaces" keeps running through my mind. We bought a cheap table with some chairs to set out there so that we have a place to relax, as well as sort through stuff. I was even able to find a vinyl table cloth to go on the table, because I am classy like that. Actually, it was in one of the boxes in the garage. I'll take it where I can get it.
We have started in on the office, which is sort of our "catch all" room. I don't know why it surprises me all that much, because it was our catch all room in California as well. It was one of those rooms that we were always going to get to. We had really good intentions, but they went by the wayside, much like our garage.
In going through all of this junk interesting stuff, I realized that I kept every one of my text books from college. Somehow, I don't think I'll be cracking open the Statistics book for a relaxing read, while enjoying a nice glass of pink wine. Out of a box.
We got side tracked a bit, going down memory lane. We have unearthed a few boxes of photos from way back. There are pictures of me, complete with rosebuds, rather than hanging baskets, and I had HIPS. Gravity had not yet become my mortal enemy, nor had I grown more hair on my face than I had on my head. Enough said.
One of the most fascinating things about these pictures was just how much Meelie looks like my step daughter. It's absolutely uncanny. I didn't really remember that until we were going through some pictures of her when she was the same age. At first glance, I thought I was staring at a picture of Meelie, only she wasn't born when we lived in that house.
So now I'm back to sorting through all of the stuff, and dumping the textbooks, and I have no idea when this will all end. I'm beginning to believe that in our nearly 20 years of marriage, we have thrown absolutely nothing away.
Remind me to tell you about the expired jar of peanut butter I found with stuff from the China Cabinet.
Comments
It's amazing what we find among the hords of stuff we put away and forget about...The more I read of your progress the more I THINK I should get some sorting done myself lol.....just THINKING about it mind u.
Keep up the good work!
Posted by: MOON at September 20, 2007 8:26 PM
When ever I start a project like that I invariably end up finding a box full of cool stuff I'd forgotten about and get sidetracked while I go through it!
Good luck.
Here from Michele
Posted by: Mike Davis at September 21, 2007 6:03 PM
Every few months, I decide I need to purge my life of the superfluous items I've collected along the way. Even doing it regularly, I'm shocked at some of the things I find. I have not yet found expired peanut butter though. I didn't even realize peanut butter could expire!
Wandered over from Michele's. I hope your weekend is productive but you take some time to relax as well.
Posted by: -E at September 21, 2007 6:42 PM
I tend not to throw anything away, either.
Michele sent me here.
Posted by: Jean-Luc Picard at September 22, 2007 8:31 AM
Rosebuds instead of hanging baskets? LOL, Snort. Mine were bigger than buds, but they're most definitely hanging now. :) Thanks for the laugh!
Posted by: Daisy at September 22, 2007 8:46 PM
Rosebuds? Hanging baskets? Gravity? Peanut Butter...expired at that? Just tell me, what is your life REALLY like? roflmao
Posted by: Hootin' Anni at September 23, 2007 7:24 AM
It's like your own personal time capsule!
Thanks, Laura, for taking us along for the ride. You're inspiring us to consider something similar once the chaos here subsides.
Posted by: Carmi at September 23, 2007 3:54 PM
