The Record

It just hit me. Today's the one year anniversary of my moving into this house. A year.

*shaking head* Wow.

Maybe that's why today I feel like unpacking, deciding on settling places for things. I put two vases on the upper kitchen window shelves. That nesting feeling's been increasing lately, which is cool.

I just relocated the remainder of the books on the dining room table onto the stairs to the third floor. The table will be cleared off soon. I'm glad I put all that effort into the kitchen last week or two weeks ago, because that's going to make it easier today.

Clearing out bits of the living room in corners that have been accumulating stuff. It's awesome! I love this spring cleaning thing!

Time to wash the blankets on the living room couches. Soon I will take the Xmas tree downstairs, but my knees are not cooperating. I had already packed the Christmas ornaments into two shoeboxes, which are also in the living room, read to be put into the half-closets downstairs. The Xmas tree will go into the coat closet. It's kind of a cool thing, actually. When the Xmas Tree comes out, the coats come out. When it goes in, the coats go in.

The washing machine is now washing the current-bed-afghan; dryer is drying the quilt.

I went outside and raked debris from the hosta bed by the front sidewalk and the hosta bed by the well. No signs of mint coming up yet, but the one dead plant still standing proved to have deep roots when I attempted to pull it out. Cool.

Watered the new baby almost-seedlings.

Brought down a stack of books from the dining room table to the ground floor bookshelves. Removed the blanket from the table down there and set it up for a jigsaw puzzle. Sat on the couch for a minute.

I also brought down still more accumulated boxes (three) and put them in the garbage bin, which is now full. I have a pretty high box and bag collection skill.

My left knee is objecting very strongly, the right knee moderately strongly, to going up and down the stairs so many times. Need to take a break on that.

Still, all of this movement is very good. I am fending off a whalloping underlying feeling of being totally and utterly useless, which entirely relates to the amount of money I'm bringing in. So, my lifevalue=my income. Must. Break. That. Thought. Pattern. It should be something like: the value I give to others = my income. Anyway, the movement fends off the crapthought. Idle hands and all...