Listless

Apologies for the lack of updates since the last Cancer Day and finishing the Spain photo updates. I've no good reason. I've just been listless since I got back from Spain. I blame the decision to paint the wonder room. 

Painting required me to move all the crap out of the wonder room, and since the condo isn't all that large and I really need my bed for sleeping, all the crap wound up in the living room. Coming home from vacation to a living room full of crap is not anything a recommend for good mental health. 

There's an insurance agent's office near my bus stop, and they post "helpful" articles on a bulletin board outside their door. Ironically enough, I read one this morning about how unhealthy "clutter" is for one's well-being, with all sorts of recommendations about how to get rid of it. 

With any luck, I'll be able to follow some of the suggestions this weekend to get the stuff out of my living room. I'm not sure I can take the piles of boxes full of weirdness collected over the last couple of decades (by both me and Mum) for very much longer. 

Love my siblings, but I just don't see any possible scenario in which a photo of three of us kids taken forty-seven years ago (prior to the arrival of Sib4) and then printed (very large) and framed which somehow made its way from my Mum's stuff to my condo is going to wind up on my wall. 

The fact that the bloody thing has spent two years taking up space in my very tiny condo is testament to the fact that I definitely inherited Mum's hording gene. 

And don't get me started on the plaster handprint...