But I did not mind it. I miss it. I miss my Mom. I suppose that is something you never get over, never recover from. Do you really want to recover from missing your Mom?
Since I am inserting personal revelations and observations, here goes again.
We had a graveside service for my Step Daughter. I miss her too. very much. My other step daughter came up from Atlanta. Asked how I was going I replied that I was in denial, that in denial was the only way I could cope with it, and taking it day by day. She agreed she was in denial also.
Today is the Celebration of Life. LO was having a good day for the Graveside Service. I expect him to have another good day this afternoon, though he does have Sundowners. I imagine the excitement and the stimulation was good for him. I realize we need to insert more stimulation of every kind into his routine.
Walking the dogs, going to the gym, perhaps joining a prayer group?
Meanwhile, I find excused to not list items. The garage is cold and forbidding. The excess of items is overwhelming.
There is a new group I have joined on FB. The main purpose is to support each other to list our outstanding inventory and to encourage each other to not source until our unlisted inventory is put up for sale.
That is very difficult but doable. I have not taken a pledge or anything, but I do need to come up with a plan. I have been called out as not having a solid plan to reduce my hoarder lot. That really caught me off guard! Do I have a plan? No. Well sort of.
In January, when I will no longer have the 1500$ debt payment (reduced to 700) I will test the waters of having a booth at the Peddlers Mall. I will learn how to do things, what works what doesn't, my strengths and weaknesses, whether I like it or not.
And I just need to stop sourcing. What I LOVE. Where else can you have the rush of nabbing something exquisite and KNOW you are going to triple, quadruple your money. That's called addiction.
Two items I posted this morning before heading into the frigid garage. (and got in and wasted time posting!)
BTW - Didn't sell a thing yesterday.