Pat Me on the Back!

My Saturday did not start off with a bang. I lazed around all morning watching "Life After People" on the History Channel. My husband somehow got a notion to start cleaning out the garage. He kept coming in the house making remarks like, "You ought to come outside.", "It sure is pretty out.". I just ignored him, because I didn't feel like going out. Plus, my boys were happily playing outside, so I was enjoying a bit of peace inside. Finally, Phillip came in and said something to the effect of, "I've been working all this time. What are you going to do today, just loaf around?" Whatever it was he said, it ticked me off. So I strapped Alice into the stroller, and pushed her into the garage. I had tons of boxes to go through. I had been planning for a long time to have a garage sale. But I thought to myself: "You know, I have been holding onto so much of this stuff thinking I will sell it or I will need it some day. You know what? I most likely won't need it, and I will never take the time to price all of this stuff for a yard sale. So I will go through it, only keep the stuff I know I will need. I will save the big items for the Kid's Mart or the consignment shop. The rest, I will bless someone else with. Even though I would like the money that would come from those things, I will just offer it up as a Lenten penance." I worked from about 1:00 until 6:30, and I went through every box that was mine in the garage. I threw away about two garbage bags full of trash, and I filled 18 bags with things to give away. R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!! Just think of all that crammed into my two-car garage!!! The things I wanted to keep I put in their proper totes or put them away in the house. After a little more work, I will finally be able to park my Jeep in the garage! I feel so liberated without all that junk! Thank you FlyLady for giving me the know-how and encouragement I needed to finally get rid of the clutter!!

What Dreams May Come

I think of myself as a dreamer. Some look down on dreamers because they feel that a dreamer does not have a grip on reality. I beg to differ. I have a fantastic grip on reality, but without my dreams, I would become a cynical hag. I most likely drive people crazy with all my hair brained ideas for business ventures, or a craft I want to make, or home decorating. Sure, I probably won't get to do or make them all, but the excitement of wanting to, and sharing that excitement with someone, is a thing that makes life fun, and, yes, even bearable. I spent the day looking through smocking magazines with a friend. I found probably fifty new things I would like to make. Truth be told, I will be lucky to make one. But it gladdens a woman's heart to dream about making beautiful things with her hands.
Those people I talked about earlier that look down on dreamers, they are usually the type who are addicted to work, always on the go. They have no time to stop and smell the roses and then dream about making curtains that are embroidered with hundreds of bouillon roses of the same color. I will bet any money those same persons will die much younger than a dreamer. Here is my advice: do yourself a favor. Buy a craft book of any kind, look through it, and dream up enough crafts to keep you busy for the next five years. Maybe you won't make them all, but you should make it a point to make at least one.