Today, I made some progress in the decluttering department and managed to weed out all the old, frayed and unmatched sheets and towels. I kept four sets of sheets—two good ones that I like and two sets to use as backup. That left approximately seven unmatched top sheets—bottom sheets wear out faster. Some I remember purchasing many, many years ago.
I did the same with towels. I was ruthless. There were some
still nice extra-large bath towels that don’t even fit on my current towel
racks. Gone! There were some strange colored hand towels that I don’t remember
buying and don’t match any past décor that I can recall. Out!
Sheets and towels will go to an animal shelter, once I can find
one that is open and accepting donations. In the meantime, they are going into
a mesh laundry bag that one of my sons took to camp about 20 years ago. He no
longer needs or wants it, so that’s part of the discard pile.
The exercise left me with an empty 19th century dresser
that I can’t bear to get rid of, even though it is falling apart. It will go
into the basement once OLGS finishes cleaning down there and our son can help
him move it. The dresser will live with the four Scandinavian caned chairs that
no longer have intact seats. Once the crisis has passed (see how optimistic I
am), it will go to a furniture repair shop, wonderfully named Strippers. After
six months or so, it will emerge in like-new condition. What do I do with it
then?
In other news, our mailman has started wearing shorts, a
sure sign of spring even if the temp is around freezing and it’s drizzling. We watched
three episodes of Keepers, a harrowing true crime story about the 1969 murder
of a nun in Baltimore. OLGS baked bread. Son delivered groceries, although he
included Pop Tarts in the delivery, something I neither asked for nor have
eaten in 40 years. Maybe he was planning on removing them and eating them
himself but forgot. A handyman came by to check out a possible job. He kept his
distance. In other words, a quiet day in the Land of 10,000 Swamps.
3 comments:
We are doing something similar! We finally finished unpacking clothes to put into the newly constructed cedar closet. I found a whole bag of top sheets, which mice had found first. They also managed to get into the linen closet and up on the 4th shelf, from whence they burrowed into new towels and chewed big holes.
Your new house clearly needs a cat.
Zanzibar has retired from mouse catching. They could walk right in front of her and she would just yawn and go back to sleep.
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