It’s been a productive weekend for a change, and i’ve been surprisingly industrious and feel quite pleased with myself. For the most part i was thrown into frantic activity by having recently discovered that next week (Tue,Wed, Thurs), the electricians are coming out to rewire the house. But have you ever noticed how when your head is jumbled your house is jumbled and when your head is less jumbled, you begin to notice how jumbled your house is and possibly even feel inclined to do something to rectify the problem? Well that’s how i’ve felt these past few days. Less jumbled. I don’t know how long it will last and since that is the case, i’m getting as much done as i physically can!
It might sound odd that we’re having a clean out and tidy up before the guys get here, but believe me they would not have been able to wade through my daughters dungeon of a bedroom if i had sat by and done nothing. I actually cut my foot on a fair sized shard of broken mirror that she’d left laying around the carpet….and darn near sustained injuries from the many sewing needles of varying size, scattered about and stuck, upended in the flooring. And believe me, this girl can’t sew a stitch. Though if it’s no thanks to her I wasn’t the one who needed stitches after spending three hours in her room.
So i started sorting out in Wondergirl’s room because she’s had warning after warning to do it herself and being the keeptomaniac that she is she finds it impossible to rid herself of anything. We (my son offered to help because i was chronically gasping for breath! Thanks Wonderboy!!!) found biscuit wrappers from about 5 years ago, manky looking sticks of rock from who knows how many holidays ago, unspeakable things that i won’t mention here for fear of offending/embarrasing/having you delete me from your blogroll. I threw away a heap of stuff, gave lots to charity, recycled the rest.
In response to the injury i sustained by her ditziness she recorded me a mournful ringtone on my archaic mobile phone saying:
‘soooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, i’m reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy sooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm’.
She also left me a series of messages on my laptops desktop where i have virtual sticky notes all over my screen. I so need them. The sticky notes. And the apologies at least showed that she was slightly remorseful.
So i drew a deep breath…. coughed a bit…
And then i thought i’d better make a start in my room.
For once and for all I decided to wave goodbye to my old sized 10,12, 14….(okay and bigger sized, but let’s not go there)…. clothing.
I have harboured the best of my former attire for too many years. When I got really ill about 8 years ago i wasn’t overweight, but i lost even more than i could spare and looked like i was bordering on anorexia after i got ill.
When I eventually started to recover after being hospitalised with Pneumonia, scepticemia and suspected meningitis (had all the symptoms apart from the rash), i thought i was going to be okay…but i didn’t get well really….i got repeated chest infections and eventually had to have a ruck of tests and see doctors and specialists and eventually i was put on steroids and inhalers and diagnosed as having asthma. Before that i would jog to the shops, nowadays i can’t even jog my own memory.
The steroids increased my appetite enormously and the weight just piled on. Having zero discipline and a long history of eating disorders, it was no surprise that those teensy clothes i used to fit into, would henceforth spend many years in storage. (though a lot of it was classy stuff, timeless stuff really and it was a wrench to part with it since i everything i wear nowadays seems ‘duvet’ shaped.)
So today me and my daughter sorted it all out and placed it all in black bags ready to give to charity. In a way it felt kind of awful to accept that i will probably always be overweight, even though i may lose a bit, i know those sizes are long gone…
But on the other hand.
Accepting where you are at isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
So after all that stress….i baked up the last of the biscuit mixture from Friday (I’d frozen a biscuit dough missile)..of course.
…then I had my daughter make me a much deserved cuppa tea, and decided that the lounge was the next place for me to get my hands on.
And while I was trying to squeeze more piles of books into our already crammed bookcases (i love bookmooch but i don’t really want to get rid of the good stuff i know i’ll read again)…I came across so many holy cards and rosary cards and also i found a stash of cards that i had previously had printed for RCIA discussions i had led a couple of years before, on The Holy Mass & the Communion of Saints.
I have way too much and it’s all just sitting there, I’ve already given lots away to friends and family and blog buddies in the past, but it’s like it’s all mulitiplying!
So i thought, how about if my blog readers would like me to send them a couple of things each? perhaps a holy card and a rosary card or something like that? I couldn’t post everything to everyone at the same time because of the postage, but i’d be very happy to send it over the next month or so. If you don’t want to keep it for yourself, then with my blessing give what i send away. I just couldn’t bear to throw it all away, i would never do that…but i need some space making on those bookshelves. I’ve left things like this in churches before now, but i thought it would be a nice thing to do to share it with you.
All you need to do is to leave me a comment in this combox and let me know your address via email.
So what are you waiting for?