It was a productive day. I signed a whole lot of forms on behalf of Elderly Relative, hopefully enabling him to cease being tortured by hospital (or other institutional) personnel and get him to a quiet, happy environment. Starting tomorrow!

I ate a beer and a hamburger for my only outside recreational outing since Thursday, then decided, perhaps inspired by yesterday’s post, to tackle my #$(#*@ storage space.

My two storage rooms are on the same floor but down the hall and around the corner from each other. The last few loads delivered to both of the rooms were done haphazardly, really adding to A. crazy hoarder lady vibe, and B. the illusion that both the rooms were full to capacity.

No. No! I spent almost three hours and many emotional stages toiling in the dark and the messy. I was aghast at how many boxes I have. I was pleased to uncover my beautiful easy chair and ottoman, in which I sat and dozed. I was elated at a phone call received while in said chair, from two dear friends that want to purchase my bedroom set! I was completely freaked out when I got trapped in one of the rooms by a large cabinet. I felt like a Sim.

I must downsize, this is clear. But at least I made a little more space and organization. Hopefully by December 9 I will be able to move everything out and stop paying for these spaces. And unpack for real? Maybe?

(my home purchase plans are on hold for at least two months, so I’m happily ready to be a renter and very much need to have a home of my own, no matter if it’s mortgage or rent.)

Some day, “Space Ideas” Pinterest board. Some day.