I don't mean to make my issue yours, but I'm seriously impacted by gray and rain and that's what's going on presently here in Seattle...surprise, surprise. I am doing what I can to survive, i.e, I had acupuncture this morning to get the serotonin moving and I'm currently sitting in front of my Verilux Happy Light Energy Lamp. The box says the lamp will "beat the "Winter Blues" and effects of seasonal change; Improve mood and energy; Regain focus, concentration and productivity." I also just had a cube of chocolate, so I think I've covered all bases. Nope, I didn't. Covering all bases would mean getting out of here...Seattle. I'm working on it, I'm working on it.
I had lunch today with a friend who recently returned from a 48 day cruise to Australia. She also turned 65 yesterday and has bemoaned that fact every time I've talked to her since she returned. I say bring them on, but she's not happy about turning 65. I pointed out that it's better than the alternative, to which she agrees. I finished the yard art project for her birthday present and I took her a picture of it since it's still curing and unable to leave my house at the moment. I think it turned out well and I love the color. I think I'll have to do another one for me. She really likes the stand but, unfortunately, it doesn't go with the ball, it stays at my house cause I really like it, too.
Downsizing is tough, isn't it? I have a box of Hummels my mother started collecting when we were in Germany oh so many years ago and it's a pretty sizable collection. While I like them, they don't fit in with my decor and I've carefully wrapped them and have them safely packed into a box. It would seem that if they've been in a box for six months or longer (just a random number), they aren't needed, therefore get rid of them. Right? Can't. Or is that won't? Then there's the buffet. Oh, the buffet. This lovely piece of furniture takes up a whole wall and has tons of storage. It was my parents. I love it and I hate it because I love it. And I don't know what to do with it.
When I was looking at a particular house in Tucson, I was actually basing my decision to buy it on whether this piece of furniture would fit. How insane is that??? I decided not to buy the house and the buffet ultimately didn't have anything to do with that decision. Realizing that I didn't want to spend a ton of money on a house and be stuck in one place helped with that decision. Which, once again, led me to RVing. But that doesn't solve the dilemma with the buffet or some other furniture that I haven't even brought into this discussion. Most of the furniture in the house will go to consignment. The only furniture in the house that's mine is my bed and the glass desk I bought a few months ago for my computer. I guess if it doesn't go to consignment it goes into storage. If it goes into storage, again, that random number of six months, why hang onto it? DID ANYONE ELSE HAVE THIS DILEMMA? AARGH!!!
I have downsized so much since my dad died January, 2008. Downsized, ripped up, painted, repaired, replaced, created, etc., etc. I'm really at the tail end of it. I'm not selling the house but I can't leave stuff in it if I decide to lease it. If I don't lease it, then no problem. No problem with the buffet, no problem with my car if I decide to go with a fifth wheel because I'll have a place to store it.
Geez, are there any easy decisions or am I just blowing this out of proportion???
Maybe I better turn my happy light off, I think I've gotten too many rays. Does that mean I have to change my salutation?
More sunshine please,