Slow progress ... Showing ...

signs of recovering life in a silently fallen home with music now and aromas emitting steadily instead of erratically presently ... And currently .... Clocks ticking again especially in the bedroom ... Music once heard here again playing the melodies  ... And of course the oven seeing more dishes than of late. The calendars are not got as once they were ... they have remained mostly bare ... 

More clothes styles being used ... especially when I am not in the dusty recesses of the home ... I have found a black tie in an usual place for a tie ... after all this time ... the tops of places are being pulled out to see how things were stuffed ... 

I am reversing a trend ... that was lost on people who came, saw and went especially the lack of action, continuity and communication on care for someone left to die in the cold, in an overwhelming situation in the 21st century ... 

A Stuttering Start in the Spring Clean Season ...

When I attempted the muddled paperwork ... the images in my travels through life came to mind of the most successful businesses with the messiest office that remains with me ... I don't discuss certain things in person, for I know messy homes and Craft Art Studios and offices through my entire life, a lot of us as with everything have different ideas of organising our lives. 

For me a well designed home functioning with ease has not been thought of as standard, throughout time for a less hassled life ... Including the outhouse and bathing, when no bathrooms ... A room for everything happened over time ... We used to chuck human waste out the windows ... Now it is legally required to wash hands in a separate sink to food preps in public or business kitchens. And finally hospitals caught up with the simple task of washing hands, properly, this was what Florence Nightingale set out to do.

Ironically ... for me this all sounds daft, for the way I came to live for a while ... I get tarred with the same brush ... 

Some homes cannot adapt with the more modern evolvement of recycling ... And much more ... Recently I read somewhere that new builds have a certain less space to comfortable live in, for general requirement of the usual standard homes ... 

another idea

I see if it will work tomorrow?  I doubt it ...it will probably end up in landfill...this is the nuisance when so much is still not recyclable or just plain wasteful... this is my dilemma and always was in the first instance 

Frustrating ... But Fascinating

Time today

The shredder; as with all things from someone else clearing the home for you is a bit of a challenge to retrieve

I just keep at it

I usually let myself get absorbed in the zone to deal with this type of clearing through ... I will keep at it in small doses however much it hurts. The thought is ...  it gets better with time ... the opposite is true for this type of bereavement clearing of belongings ... It triggers strong emotions. I deal with it the best way I see fit. 

I had a bit of a deluge of phone calls, today. I continued in the zone. And stopped to deal with those calls when I finished. I deal with phone calls a bit more now. 

One of those calls means my original plans for Tuesday are slightly altered, but that is life as it happens. I hope I have a good run of getting more of a routine going. That it becomes part of life for hopefully a while. I am not looking too far ahead ... or I get too overwhelmed ...  

Mind Boggling ...

... steady as I go ... I am starting on the overwhelming task of sifting through, collating and getting some semblance of order back in the necessary paperwork that builds in one life if not dealt with like stock rotation ... one of the untimely backlogs of neglect from that time ... those closest to me knows of the deterioration in this that I had always kept on top of ... which is why it is quite maddening to me ...

Fortunately, I had an appointment this morning to get out to clear my mind elsewhere. That usually helps, it can hinder ... depends on my mood ...

I am now able to concentrate on task, in hand of sorts ... keep at it until it comes together, whenever that will be ...  I need to locate my shredder and set up ready ... 

And after some lunch ... good to go ...

It is interesting

how the mood changes ... through day to night to day 

Usually I settle once I made progress somewhere .. It is just going over and over the same emotions ... until it is done 

The inner core is

So restless 

I have been all over the place; although a sense of tranquility is breaking through