It started out okay. Well, by okay I mean I was going to do my bit. Stay home. Wash my hands. Stay home again. Wash my hands again. So I did. I cleaned every surface of my cottage. I reorganized the kitchen cupboards, getting rid of tinned food that expired in 2018, tossing old spices that were here since I bought the cottage (that was 2001, folks!)
The purging was very therapeutic. When I moved up here full time from Toronto, I brought with me an apartment’s worth of furniture and baggage. So I pretty much had no room in my little 800 square foot place. I always said I’d get around to purging, whether that meant selling some stuff, or passing it on to nieces and nephews.
Never happened. And in the meantime, I had also been storing some lamps, tables, framed pictures from my parents’ place when they downsized and moved to “The Lodge.” I even had to get a storage unit out at Silver Sands to store extra stuff. You would think that would get me to purge at $113/month! Nope.
It took a world wide health crisis to get me off my butt and start taking care of this crap. And for the first week, I was a superstar! If you knew how much of my own crap I tossed, well you might think I’m a hoarder! I mean, did I really need to save the Rolling Stone magazine with the first time R.E.M. was on the cover? (1983, folks). Or worse…did I need to save these????!!!
Or what about newspaper clippings like this?
Needless to say, I got rid of approximately 100 pounds of old newspapers, magazines, and “treasured” old memories. Nostalgia sure isn’t what it used to be!
So now I need to keep going, but I’m finding my enthusiasm of all this down time to get things done is waning. I need to find the energy to take care of things like I did in the first two weeks of this. I’ve kind of hit a self-isolation wall. Have you?
I’ll write more tomorrow and let you know how things are going. I hope everyone is well! Stay tuned!