Clump #182: Sort through two bags in son’s bedroom.
I enjoyed a Skype session with all three of our kids yesterday. Toward the end of the conversation, when it was just our overseas son and younger daughter, I said, “I don’t have a clump for you to look through right now.” Our younger daughter said, “There are two small bags near the door [of son’s room] that would be easy.”
Clump #44: Give away cushions and throw away bags.
Thank you to Jimi Hendrix and the song Purple Haze for the title of this post. Another day of confronting a clump of stuff that had been moved out of my father’s last apartment into one of our rooms. This room, the study, has become a black hole, sucking in all manner of clutter. (Ahem, I, of course, have had nothing at all to do with it.)
First, something I should have done long ago. These bags were from the funeral home we used when my father passed away last year. Today I gave myself permission to throw them away, not give them away. What a relief.
Next, I put together an assortment of pillows to give away. I’d given the one with needlepointed pansies to my mom at some point. She has always been a big fan of pansies and often remarked about how much she liked it. I will bring it back to her.
My mom’s affection for pansies must have rubbed off on me. I took this photo of two of them with a petunia during pansy season this spring. (Doesn’t the one on the right look like a cat face?)
Perhaps I had pillows on the brain, but I couldn’t get over the sky today … like thick down. I almost wanted to stop people on the street and exclaim about it. Magnificent. I guess I did need to get out!
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