Happy Pi Day

The door handle at my daughter's house sticks.  I have a considerably difficult time getting it open.  When I got back in the early hours this morning after everyone was asleep, I couldn't get it open.  I tried and tried.  I laughed quietly at myself and the absurdity of it all.  Then I remembered that in my car I had a rubber husband (the term I use for one of those rubber things to open jars).  I went back out into the cold and got it, went back and opened the door first time!  My hands just have no friction.

There was a blizzard today so I left my daughter's in the morning, got a few things done on the way home and shoveled when I got here.  There was probably about 5 or 6 inches when I started and another 2 or more fell in the hour I shoveled.  I was going to go back out and shovel again later but changed my mind.  The wind was just blowing too strong.  Instead, I had a nap, ate and went through boxes and sorted and threw things away.  Very productive day at home.  In the morning I will be heading back to my daughter's house before going to work.

I think I am getting much better at getting rid of things, but it might be that I am choosing things to sort that I know I can get rid of.  Like bills that I should have disposed of years ago but never bothered.  And an old sleeping bag that is falling apart but I was keeping just in case.  I have no idea what just in case would be.  It is highly unlikely that I would let anyone use it.  I had been using it for a while as additional padding under my bedding on my cot.  Any how, I think I am FINALLY starting to successfully downsize.  We shall see.  I still need to make the time to go through stuff.  I found a couple dollars in an envelope with my son's name in it.  That is part of the problem, I tuck money away and so need to go through everything to be sure not to throw any away.  If only enough would miraculously appear that I can completely fund my hike and my house, I would keep the house.  Maybe, not sure about that.  Part of me doesn't want to sell, another part is almost ready to walk away.

My son called to speak with me for a little bit today.  That is my happy.  We kept losing connection, probably because of the storm.  

Now for some dirty laundry.  Another happy is that I was able to go down into the cellar through "the hole" today.  "The hole" is a trap door in the floor that leads to the cellar.  For me, hopefully a recovering almost hoarder, it is a big deal.  It has been years since that area of the house was accessible.  My one picture for today is the pathway to the trap door.  I'm not sure if any of my prior blog posts touched on my hoarding tendencies, but now it is out there.  I use words like tendencies and almost because I don't feel that I am quite as OCD about it as my kids think I am.  Or at least I don't feel that I am quite a textbook case.  Until recently, at least the more common areas have been usable.  Whatever, I am rambling.  I am working to downsize and I will.  If I don't, there will be no hike.