Ahem. My ambition is admirable.
Today, I finished denuding the closet, trashed the kitchen, living-dining room, two halls, the staircase and the bay window in the process. I hauled out 4 contractor-sized garbage bags of Stuff-I’m-Never-In-A-Thousand-Years-Gonna-Use.In doing all that, I ran across treasures I’d forgotten about – chiefly, the nativity set I “painted” for my son to put under his tree as well as the stuffed animals that lived in his tree’s branches.
[The story of “his” tree will have to be another post.]
The house was trashed and rather than attend to matters at hand, I ended up hanging forgotten dangly lights from the kitchen windows which means tomorrow I have to go in search of ribbon or fabric or something to give it a “finished” look as well as something for extension cord management. While looking for the extension cords, I ended up sort-of cleaning the laundry room and cleaning out the gift-wrap storage box. [You’ll note in the photo that I haven’t, actually, managed to put the decorations on the kitchen counter tree.]While all that was going on, the “big tree” was horizontal in the living room and I continued to flitter and flutter my ADD self about the house doing everything but attending to the mess in that room – a mess my dad would have commented on by saying, “Where’s the stick?” If I hadn’t heard that question several times a year since the year I was born, I might have responded with “What stick, Daddy?”
The stick you used to stir this mess up with.
I have gotten the tree vertical and the lights are all working without hours of futzing – a Christmas miracle. So, I’m cooking with gas now. I won’t finish it tonight, but I hadn’t expected to. Even so, the Barn is beginning to look very festive and I’m feeling virtuous with the dejunking I’ve done.
More importantly, I’m feeling very grateful for the life I’ve lived in which I’ve loved and been loved. Much of this stuff is imbued with memories that have kept me teary-eyed either from laughter or the bittersweet contemplation of people and times past. Decorating the “big tree” has always been a good-cry event. I’ve not even begun and the tears are flowing. If I get into the wine while unpacking the boxes littering the big room, I’m really going to be a spectacle.
4 thoughts on “I’m a flittery, fluttery, ADD elf.”
I think it looks lovely even ‘in progress’! I’m going to adopt your Dad’s line about the stick- it’s so much prettier than the screechy noise I currently make when my kids do what you’ve just done. (Which they do, daily.)
Bravo for you getting something done – I gave up on having a tree years ago. Probably a good thing – I doubt I could handle it emotionally anyway… it is hard enough as it is…
So, good for you! Have fun putting it all away in a couple weeks!
🙂 Yes, but I haven’t gotten much done since then. Oh that’s not true, I finished the shopping but the house is a disaster and I need to get cracking.
I’m not putting it away in a few weeks. More than likely it will be up until March. I’m going to use the time to paint and organize the hell out that closet. There will be whining as well as hefty doses of wine.
Happy Holidays, dear Possum.
He will love being quoted outside the family.