Day 19

Had my taxes done today.

We’ve been going to the same woman at HR Block for many years.

She was kind, she missed him.

So there’s another thing ticked of the list of many things I need to do.

Began tearing apart the kitchen cleaning all visible surfaces and putting things in the keep or toss piles.

I seriously need to go buy some more bins and beg people for cardboard boxes.

Old manuscripts… do I keep them?

Cookbooks…keep the ones I use all the time and sell the rest?

I dread digging through all the pots and pans.

Spice cupboards will go into a big bin that goes with me wherever I land.

I’ve thinned down his clothes. So many bags of them and I am nowhere near done.

All I can think of is, “what am I forgetting to do?”

I’m drowning.

 

 

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on March 12, 2019, in My blog. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. You may feel you are drowning but you are not. You are only wading in water up to your neck (up to my waist) and every day you take a step or two that gets you a little closer to shore, a little higher out of the water. One of these days, before you realize it, you’ll be standing on dry land.

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