This fine day, ahh, I took my time getting coffee and relaxing...because I knew I was going to be doing some sorting and organizing. I worked on a closet downstairs. It's mostly empty and vacuumed out now. I threw away three pairs of old shoes, donated a pair of nice boots, a basketball, a trombone, some ice skates, some swim floaties and a small life preserver. I threw away two large bags of egg cartons I had collected for people who had chickens, and never gave to them. I also threw away a metal framed backpacking rucksack, probably fifty years old. What?! You wanted that?! Everything I donate, I picture one of the kids wanting it. It has happened. I donated a five cup coffee maker, next thing I knew, Evelyn was wondering about it, as she decided to start making a pot in the morning instead of always an Americano...being a new mama busy with a baby. oops. Then she wondered if I could put Olaf out this year, which I painted a few years back...nope, donated. I hesitate. I took a pic of one of the small swim floaties, which has been hanging on a nail in the hallway for a few years...I did not buy it, so I posted the pic on the family chat. crickets. Into the donation bag it went.
I saved some badminton rackets. I've saved more than I will end up saving, but at least there is a preliminary emptying of the rooms. The day of reckoning for the room of books is coming..ugh, books are heavy. I have at least three big hard cover nursing books, and loads of other books. They aren't mine, but no one wants them anymore. Well, Em said she would take the Chronicles of Narnia books.
I have an electric bassinette that I bought a few years ago from Marketplace for Blythe, which she liked, but Margaret doesn't want it for this baby. I have an Uppababy bassinet and bassinet stand, an Emmaljunga pram and double stroller, a nice Baby Jogger stroller from Marketplace with a brand new tray I bought for it, a walker, booster seats, high chair, pack and plays...some I'll keep (you need a few pack and plays when you're a grandma.) This baby stuff is not from my kids, except for the plastic Little Tikes booster seat, and the Emmaljungas. It's stuff I got for the grandkids:)
Cleaning out a house where you raised sixteen children is an emotional ride. The hopeful minimalist, that is trying to emerge out of the maximalism, loves some of the very things that need to be gotten rid of. I happen to love the outcome of purging...the nothingness, the vastness, the empty drawers and roomy closets. I like fewer choices and simplicity, but I love the toys, especially the old ones they don't make anymore. Keep what brings you joy, they say. What if it all brings me joy? I also like to have a whole slew of decorations, especially Christmas stuff. Every year I get a few new ornaments....
I will clarify: I am not a hoarder. I have no problem parting with most of the stuff. It feels fantastic, actually. I like to go through my cupboards periodically and get rid of odd mugs and travel cups. One of these days I can downsize my glass pie dish collection...now that I only make three or four pies for thanksgiving, with everyone else making some too, I don't need that big stack. (when all the kids were at home, making 12 or 14 pies wasn't unusual!).
There comes a time when a mama has to come to terms that she no longer has to hang on to things "in case someone needs it someday". I had several costume things hanging in my hall closet...a few capes, a few old dresses, a clown costume...I got rid of it all. Santa hats and witch hats, extra mittens and hats.
When all the kids lived here, we needed so many sheets and blankets and towels and mittens! There were never extra to spare. Now...we do not.
(adjusting to four people in the house is a gradual thing. I made only one sheet pan of meatballs the other night...it was really too many for us, but a first for me, I usually make six or more pounds of meat into meatballs, two huge trays!)
We still get together frequently, so of course I still make huge quantities of things for Sunday gatherings. But on a day to day basis...it's a learning process.
If it weren't for the stomping of little feet when the grandkids come over, I think it would be really hard to live in this vast, formerly overflowing house, echoing with memories of lining kids up for baths and showers and serving dinners with two high chairs and kids all around those two big tables.
Anyway. It's been a good day. Camille and I headed to the small city, dropped off the donations, then she went to class and I went to BJ's, for frozen meatballs and Stubbs bbq sauce...trust me, put those in the crockpot, and yum. They're for Saturday, our Halloween gathering.
Home....Cam and I got busy making dinner. I cut up the chicken breast into strips, against the grain, and put them into pickle juice, while Cam cracked eggs then made up the bread crumbs. I trimmed and cut up the Brussel sprouts and peeled and chopped red skinned potatoes for mashies. Cam breaded those chicken strips, and put them in the air fryer with the Brussel sprouts, and got those potatoes on to boil...she made the mashed potatoes, and we had a fantastic dinner while watching the last episode of East of Eden. (it was really good, followed the book, but there are parts you have to fast forward through!)
Anyway. It's quiet right now, but I have to go pick up Camille soon, from band practice.
Sweet baby Nicole is doing better, her mama said. She's requiring less oxygen, but is still on antibiotics.
You can see in this pic that she has that chin....it's a family thing. :)
She cried a bit the other night...
Stopped and opened her eyes a bit...she's so cute. (These pics were from the Angel Eyes cam in the NICU, I check on it several times a day!)
"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows his handywork." Psalms 19
You all have a really good night....