The old project and feeling overwhelmed

I have to confess that I dragged my feet getting to this particular piece of furniture in the great project to turn my master bedroom into a Sanctuary.  It is a bookcase.

I sort of nibbled around the edges over the weekend, vacuuming around it, shifting a couple of books to another room, removing the old tax files to a different form of storage.  I promised myself I would start on it Tuesday.  I promise I spent more than half an hour on it.  But it felt as though I'd got nowhere.

I still have piles of things too complex to even think about what to do with them.  A stack of financial stuff.  A stack of family history stuff.  A couple of "raw materials" things.  

But as for "what to do next"?  

I have backed up piles of things to donate, and a guilt complex about HOW to donate them!  

I have a bag of family history transcripts that my older sister put together and gave me TWO copies of everything, one copy of which was for my son, but he so far has shown no interest in receiving said copies.  I know they have meaning, so again, a guilt complex about what to do with them!

Wednesday morning, I put down on my planner two tasks:  get the donation items to the car, and deliver them to somewhere!  I did a quick lookup on Google and determined where:  The Humane Society for a few dog items that Ember no longer uses or never took to.  And the People's City Mission (one of my son's recommended charities) for personal use items.  Soap, deodorant, etc. that was either delivered here in error, or that I never much cared for the fragrance and had bought a six pack of.  Toothbrushes that always come home from the dentist, even though I use an electric.  About a dozen combs that came in a multipack that I only use ONE of.  You get the idea.

Ember was whining as I loaded the boxes into the car, and since it's cooler out I can leave her in the car while I do stuff.  So I harnessed her up and off we went.  Deliveries made, and I somehow feel much lighter!

New experiment.  I got sucked in by another ad for something to "help" your dog.  Elevated bowls.  Ember tried this out for the first time on Wednesday.

A little suspicious at first, but there is food involved, so...

She takes a bite, drops it on the floor beside the bowl, then bends down to finish consuming it.  So much for the intention of eliminating the need for the dog to bend down to eat!

While Ember was off to day care on Thursday, I went and got my flu and Covid-19 (updated for 2025-2026) shots.

The decluttering is moving very slowly at this point.  I have only two days a week, 15-minute sessions scheduled for this.  Once I get started, I rarely am able to stop immediately at the 15 minute mark.  

Today I put back some shelves that had been sitting on the bookcase since 2018 (I know that's when they came down from the nook in the office; that's when the office got painted).  It was frustrating because the support arms would not hook into the strips and stay there, then the shelf placed on them would come down.  I finally decided I don't need all of those shelves in that nook, and two of them are going in the discard pile, along with their support arms!

The maintenance of the area already decluttered led me to taking down cobwebs and "dusting" the walls.  Also put up a framed art-box that my foster grandson gave to me I think it was a year ago Christmas time!  I put it where I did have a wall calendar, but I like the look of kid's art better for my sanctuary feeling.  

Thursday I went and got both my flu shot and the most recent Covid-19 booster.  I seem to get amnesia between Covid shots, forgetting how they kick my fanny!

In any case, I was worthless on Friday, and poor Ember had to play nurse-maid.  She's very good at the job, by the way.

Saturday morning I felt as well as one does on recovery from any side-line, and we went on a nice neighborhood walk, on leash.  It was soggy, having rained most of Friday.  Which is part of the reason we missed our Friday walkies, it wasn't just Mommy being flattened by the shot.

Life is good.  Keep Sparking, my friends!

By the way, if you're interested in nostalgia, I have started copying Kevin (MOBYCARP) blogs from his SparkPeople 1.0 days.  I only copy about one a day.  I am dating them with the date he posted them on SP 1.

They are here.  I have only got through the first month, and I find myself laughing as I copy, because of course I read as I copy.  They are #1 so totally my brother!  and #2, so classic newbie at Spark, too.  Who could guess, from those first few entries that this man would become a Boston Marathoner?  Or that he would have less than 8 years left to inhabit the earth?  He did a LOT in those last 8 years.

Another week in Emberville

 

Would you believe I bought that turquoise cow for her two years ago in August, when she was spayed and needed new toys?  It's still surviving, it even still squeaks!

I washed it with a few of her other toys last week.  After they dried, I put them in the basement crate.  Ember has this habit of not wanting to play fetch, but if later she finds the ball while going about her business outside, she'll bring it up to the deck or inside.  This extended to the toys in the basement crate... one by one, she's been bringing them upstairs and playing with them, as though they were "new".

Both Monday and Wednesday were rainy days when we had to juggle the walk schedule.  Ember did OK with it, but she has expectations!

Friday is predicted to hit 90℉.  I overslept!  I was kind of hurried getting down to the pets.  Ember and I went walking early, so as to avoid the heat to come.  It's mid-September and we're still going to have one last day of HEAT.  

The amusing part of Friday morning's walk is that Ember walked right by on the sidewalk today, at the house where they added a new half-buried skeleton to the two upright standing ones this year.  Twice since they put it up, she took me to the opposite side of the street.  This morning, we were OK if a little skittish right on the sidewalk next to it.

On the decluttering front, I had a couple of "easy" 15-minute sessions, with the file cabinet drawers, the bedding tubs, and deciding on a storage strategy for the master bedroom bathroom.  At this point, I would say about half of the master bedroom is in "beta test" mode.  The challenge will be if it fits into my normal routine, or if my normal routine works out a way for this tidier look to function and not accumulate piles again.  The next prescription run, the next day when I'm too exhausted to sort the junk mail or statements to be filed, etc. will be the real test.

That's it!  A calm and quiet, and mostly rainy week, in the books.  Here's hoping your lives are giving you some peace, amid whatever is going on in them!

Life is good.  Spark on!

Back to an old project

 

Mt. St. Omigawd project returns.  For two and a half years things have got shuffled into piles not on the dining room table, as they were in days of old, but all over the house behind doors that could be closed for fear of the puppy getting to the piles.

The master bedroom, the office, the guest room... all have become pretty junky over time.

With the return of SparkPeople as version 2.0, I'm using this project as a way to figure out how their Goals/Milestones/Action Steps work together with the Planner to make progress toward a larger goal that's NOT weight loss or athletic outing related.

The entire exercise got my brain wriggling around the "why do the piles of clutter return?"  While a good deal of it was related to the rush of protecting things from the puppy, it's a pattern that has plagued my life for much, much longer than she's been with me!  In fact, I started trying to improve in this area when I was a teenager.

The why it keeps recurring has to be buried in the bowels of the spaces versus the systems of my life.  And of course, a large dose of my inner life, energy, etc.  I need to rebuild these areas, one by one, in my home to actually serve living the life I have.  Not to be perfect, mind you (impossible goal), but to be functional for me and for Ember and The Prisoner, too, for that matter.

One thing that happens over and over again is that I'm an "out of sight, out of mind" person, so partially finished tasks, especially cleaning tasks, end up with the tools left out on the counter.  This is far from the gold standard of "a place for everything and everything in its place."  Some of this can be addressed with tools, but most of it goes back to the Messies Manual books by Sandra Felton!  Suddenly I'm remembering the Mount Vernon method.  Using the hidden spaces that exist, and clearing out what doesn't belong to trash, to donation, or to another storage space... leaving only what is functional for the purpose of that drawer!

Deep breath!  That's just the intro to what will be a "mental work in progress" probably for the rest of my natural lifetime!

Thursday, September 10, 2026

I was determined to finish the vanity today.  I had only the last flat, center drawer to clear out.  Well, I discovered the rabbit holes of distraction.  Anybody remember this little item?

I still had its instruction booklet, buried in that drawer.  Nostalgia is an amazing time suck when you are trying to decide whether to keep something or not!  I settled on taking its photo before sending it to the landfill or recycling.

I also found, and shredded, a social security card from someone who passed away in 1996, and a library card from before my son's deployments.  And a TON of hair.  Yes, hair, because that middle flat drawer holds my combs, and is often open when I comb my hair.  My hair is so fine and light, it's invisible until it accumulates!

I now have five vanity drawers with only intentional pieces in each drawer, and only two storage "things" on top of the vanity.  My jewelry box, and an organizer for my dental stuff "beyond brushing".  

And then of course, the nightmare beyond organizing is, "what's leftover and what do you do with it?

There were several pocketknives, buttons from garments that shipped with spares (probably most of the garments are long gone from my closet), several foreign coins, and a few pieces of jewelry that I almost forgot I had.

The jewelry obviously went into the jewelry box.  The coins went into the safe, even though they probably hold little value other than what memories they could trigger.  I actually have a button box, which is where the buttons were relocated.

I think I counted six pocketknives and various small tools, some screws and bolts.  These all went to the kitchen junk drawer, which will become a project of its own, down the line.

Peeking out from the kneehole, you can see I have a largeish basket of electronic cords and gadgets and connectors, and a few other odds and ends. This will also have to be processed on its own, as I try to figure out how they all fit into processes.

I checked off the vanity from my goal structure.  This was supposed to be 15 minutes, two days a week pace.  Today's effort took about an hour and a half, when you add in all the little detours.

Getting to the button box brought out a stack of books to relocated to a shelf in another room, for example.  I talked turkey to myself about not going down rabbit holes, either with the kitchen junk draw OR the bookshelves!

The real test of the vanity, will be what happens in the next month or so, as I try to live with the newly organized thing, and try to avoid re-piling "stuff" onto it or into its drawers.

Wish me luck.  And I'll move on to the next area of the room, but not until Tuesday!

Life is good, here in Emberville.  Spark on!

A tree comes down

 A giant tree, you've seen it in my sunrise photos, and in my moonscapes.  It is my neighbor's tree.  It is HUGE.  Must be 30 feet tall.  As big around the trunk as four mature trees.

I noticed this morning that my neighbor to the East was parking all his vehicles on the west side of my house, as opposed to where he normally left them during the workday, in his driveway and along the street south of my house.

OK, something's up, I thought.  Maybe they are having something delivered, and need driveway access?  Guests coming, perhaps?

Nope.  About two p.m. this big rig showed up and guys in reflective gear started putting ropes around the tree.  A little while later, they had a guy up in a cherry picker in the mix.  Branches began being thinned out, and a chipper was put into service.

It was clear that this would take several hours.  I could still hear them buzzing away, at 7 p.m.

The Prisoner came in with confetti sized wood chip on his coat.  When I went to pick up Ember from daycare and brought her home, she went out and sniffed at the deck.  The deck was getting a dusting of those tiny wood chips, brought by the wind from the chipper.

I will miss this tree.  I have no doubt that my neighbors will miss it, too, as it provided excellent shade from the afternoon sun!  Their A/C bill will no doubt go up.

It took, in the end, more than 24 hours!

Sunrise, Wednesday with a much reduced tree, above.

Down to the final trunk standing.

Then shorter.

Aaaaand... The big ol' stump when it's all down!  Now my deck is in full sunshine, no more filter to the sunrise!

Life goes on.  Despite this loss, Life is good.

Spark on!

Whatever the weather... we'll weather it.

My goodness, the news and the flooding in many places, but locally, it's the return of the heat to start September.  The first two weeks are slated to have high temperatures in the 90's Fahrenheit.  Ember and I are taking our leash walks in the 7 a.m. hour.

We come home, me drenched in sweat, even though the temperature might be "only" 74F.  Some days a shade less, this past week.  We've actually had a nice cool patch, but it's over now.

Ooh!  Ooh!  Big news... Chris Downie just posted on Facebook the announcement of SparkPeople 2.0 being live, and said we can post our personal invitation links on Facebook or wherever, so here's my invitation to you.

On the Lynda front:  I heard through the Spark-grapevine that some one of the group called her son's restaurant and the person who answered the phone had seen Lynda the day before.  So it just seems she's "offline" as far as the blog is concerned.  That is good news, but I don't know how we'll keep up if she can't post and doesn't get her voicemail.  

That said, Life is good, Ember is taking up the whole couch, and keep on Sparking!

I suppose I ought to put one up on BlogSpot...

 

After all, it is Friday!  But first, check to make sure your socks are on the correct feet.  See, this one sock company that I ordered from online actually labels them L and R... and yesterday... those are my feet, with them in the other left, and the other right foot!  I wasn't paying attention when I put them on, obviously, and didn't notice until I came upstairs to change, and took the shoes off.  No wonder I felt a little "off".

SparkPeople stuff:

I have really been getting into SparkPeople 2.0.  I joined over there when I got hold of an invitation, at the beginning of August, calling myself OKM. I found yesterday that I could edit it, so now I can be found either under the old "OneKidsMom" Spark name, or under the shortened OKM.

They have started up the first "Healthy Weight" class, limiting it to 200 members per class, and that's pretty much taken up my time.  I figured out how to insert a link into my blogs over there.  So guess what?  I am able to take those blogs that I put into my two Spark archive blogs over here and link them into new entries over there.  I did NOT waste that month saving the old, prized blogs after all.

If anybody over here wants to meander down memory lane and NOT get into the whole Spark 2.0 thing, you can find those right here on BlogSpot:  OKM's Spark archives, and Encouraging Words from OneKidsMom.  Warning:  they are works in progress, what I saved in 2021, plus selected ones that I am starting to convert now from PDF files, simply because the conversation in class made some relevant that I had not got to when I abandoned the project after Spark went dark.

Now for the non-Spark stuff, that some of you really read these for:

I left off with Sunday's birthday party.  Monday, Wednesday, and today featured the usual dog walks with Ember.  

On Monday we explored a couple of blocks that we don't usually go down, so new smells to smell.  Also new dogs to us, being walked.  I do enjoy the body language of dog walkers, the respect for the needs of others who are working with their furry friends on the skills of living in the suburbs.

On Wednesday, Ember went into full Retriever mode when she discovered a prize.  Someone had left a chunk of bread, say maybe Texas toast sized, at the foot of a tree.  I'm thinking they might have been feeding the local wildlife.  Ember, however, claimed it as her own, and immediately reversed our walking course, skipping the usual loop around to take me directly home.  Once home, she devoured the bread.  I've been watching for output since, but it does not appear to have harmed her.

Friday morning, we encountered a lady who had been walking our loop in the opposite direction as us.  She is a regular at about the time we go (between 7 and 8, usually).  We pass one another twice, as we walk in a big loop, staying on opposite sides of the street.  This time she asked if Ember could have a treat.  I warned her about the dog liking to jump up, but Ember was sitting prettily at that point, so I told Ember to keep her feet down, and Dee (the woman) gave her the treat.  After which, Ember rewarded her with a jump to her chest and an offered "doggie kiss".  Sorry about that, Dee, we're still working on manners!  The humans introduced themselves, and we parted with a friendly, "see you around".  Ember has filed another human in her collection of soft touches, I'm sure.

Tuesday and Thursday Ember went to her usual day care and I worked on the usual collection of household chores.  We are settling into a routine, and we're in that time of year where at the moment the weather is cool in the morning and hot but not beastly in the afternoon.  Enjoying it while we can!

Life is good.  Keep Sparking!  (On or off the Spark website).

Grandma goes to the party

 

It was my foster grandson's 8th birthday.  We gathered at their house (just family) for gift-opening first, before going to the party venue.

Carl played host.  The Mythical Son, or Coach Dad as he is sometimes called, supervised the opening of presents.  It was like Christmas day, this birthday bash.

When asked what this one was, Coach Dad replied, "An ill-advised gift".  It is a nerf-grenade, and all those little yellow balls "explode" (i.e. fall out) when you toss it.  They demonstrated it.  A housekeeping nightmare!  I saw it and thought, "A model of a covid virus molecule?"  Whatever, the man who pronounced it ill-advised was the man who bought it, so, there's that.

We repaired to a placed called Knockerball where FGC's friends had been invited for the main event.  

The huge plastic balls allowed the kiddos and parents to play human bumper cars, essentially.

Before the kids (and a few of the adults) actually climbed into the big plastic bubble-wrap... the kids and dads (mostly) organized a brief game of soccer-ball, with a soft-squishy soccer sized ball that didn't hurt when you got hit by it.  The guy who runs the place put down cones for the bases and almost before I knew it, I was playing first base.  It was adults versus kids, and I fluffed the first two opportunities to get a kiddo "out".

Once we got the three outs, we were up "to bat"... yowza!  I was out at first, first time up.  Out at second, the next time, but my daughter in law made it safely to first when they threw me out.  The third inning, I made it all the way around, in appropriate stages:  safe at first, safe at second, and then ran on to score on the third adult kick.  I crossed the plate, cheered on by those who recognize I'm a grandma!  No, nobody took a picture, but it's the kiddo's birthday, no matter that the little, tiny bit of running made me feel like a winner!

Happy Birthday, Kiddo!  Life is good.  Keep on Sparking!