I spoke too soon!

Hi Guys,

In my last blogg I said that the corridor was finally clear and echoed with the vastness of space.  Well, I spoke too soon as only a few days later Aija placed what little there was left in her room into the corridor. 

At least it was clear for a few days!  Should have taken a photo for proof!!!

It is almost a week now since Aija moved back in with us.  There are still things to be done to make this transition more comfortable for us all.  The loungeroom is back to looking like a dogs breakfast and then there is the corridor along with the carport area to be dealt with.  Ahh, more fun to look forward to.

Anyway, a pal, Kez, came over to help me with a few things and to pick up items that I had of hers.  She helped me with Aija's TV/DVD and my VHS - yes I said VHS.  Aija arrives home from work while we were in the middle of all this and we start talking about my blogg. 

I ask Aija, 'Have you read my blogg?'

Her reply was an emphatic, 'I AM LIVING "THE" BLOGG!'  What can you say to that!

Anyway, there is still much 'stuff' to be rid of be it rubbish/treasured or otherwise.

In the meantime, there is some home maintenance to be done.  My Carport roof in one corner has detached and when the next 100km winds come along I can see it peel off like a top of a can and fly away!  Hopefully, the guy who is helping me will still be able to come and reattach it this Saturday along with a few other odd jobs.  My son has been living in a room with no bedroom light for over a year now.  I need an electrician, but also need the dosh to pay an electrician.  Again, hopefully, this problem can be fixed soon, but bear in mind I also said that a year ago.

After that a friend has offered to help with the decluttering during the school holidays for one or two days.  Now that Aija is living here she can take the 'stuff' to the Sallies.  Very helpful.  Fresh eyes is always helpful and now that I am further down the track I think I will be able to deal with how she operates.  She is ruthless.  But I do trust her.  I am just not so sure about me.

Even though this mess was thrust upon me I have found this process to be emotionally difficult still to detach items from emotion/image or memory.  This is where the hoarder within attaches to you and holds you back from getting ahead.  Most of what I think and feel is normal.  Had I not got this huge mess I would be fine.  I still have to deal with it.  I have been dealing with it for some 3 year now.  I am trying not to get negative or bitter about it.  I have to realise that there is so much more to go and not to allow this thought and doubts to make me lose momentum.  This I know sounds like gobbledigook, but it does describe how it feels.

Patience.  And I was never patient!!!  

Big ask.  Big job.  Big deal.

Right now it is all about 'keeping on going' just like Berger paint! 

Ironic, how my Carport roof and what I am personally grappling with have a certain symmetry about them.  One has to be reattached and the other has to allow detachment.  Well, it seems like that to me. 

One day at a time, breathe in breathe out and she'll be right.

Onward and outward is my new motto!

Cheers to all
Anita at the halfway mark!