Confessions - at least some

Since retiring, my level of energy isn't what it used to be.  I began this time taking care of eldest granddaughter - Lady Bug, now known as soon-to-be-champion-swimmer.   She never took naps.  Then came Monkey Boy, and lastly the Littlest One.  She was a problem because Daughter didn't get her adjusted to taking a bottle in the three months she stayed home, so when I got her ...

Of course then came the cancer, and  then the knees crapped out on me.  Chemo and radiation will sap your strength - for a long time.  With aching knees it is hard to move - and getting on the floor was almost impossible.  Of course, now with new knees, my ex-ortho doc (he WOULD have to go and have a fatal heart attack on me!) told me it certainly isn't good to put that little knee-cap between something and titanium knees.  The bone tends to shatter.  So that leaves me in a more or less upright position.

So the point here?  Well - my house needs a really good cleaning.   No, more than that - it needs to be gutted.  I have slipped into somewhat of a hoarder too.  I develop silly attachments to things that are given to me, or, as in recent years those things I have salvaged from our departed loved ones.

To quickly sum it up - I have too much stuff.  So I am working diligently to divest myself of all this "stuff."

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't make it on the show about hoarders, but I have too much stuff.  One of the things I have gotten rid of is a set of glass dishes.  You know the kind - when ladies would have lunches for their bridge club and the like.  They were really cute - little plates shaped like apples.  Cups and apple saucers (when was the last time I used a "cup?"  That's what mugs are for!) There were little apple shaped glass bowls, and something that I would only imagine were little glass coasters.  They were too small for anything else.

I finally got the nerve to get rid of them.  First, I don't play bridge.  I only know one woman who still does.  Second, all my friends are still working.  Third this set is completely fron yesterday.  Obsolete.  Does it bother me?  Yes, a little.

I guess I excuse keeping stuff because it is old - antique.  When we were last at the SSB, I went through a "high-class" resale shop.  With all the old folks up there that have died, their families are selling the stuff to him.   He has it as antiques.  And they are.

I remarked to him that much of the stuff he has - especially kitchen things like corning ware - I STILL use.  I said it was amazing to see that and toys I played with in antique stores!  He said we should just call them "retro."  OK - whatever.

Anyway, I still have no energy.  Some of that is my vitamin D deficiency.  Some might be cancer left overs.  They say you are never the same after cancer and its treatment.  Some may be age.  Some may just  be I am lazy!  Don't know - never put house keeping at the top of my list.  Did it for mom, so I have been doing it all since age 12.  Just sick of it!  But I am digging through the stuff.  Passing it along to someone else!