There’s so damned much to sort through.

46 years of life in one house.

When one partner is a latent hoarder.

I swear I’ve found a few things I know I threw away.

Plus there’s the dust and dirt to deal with, he got so every time I’d try to clean, he’d either mess it up, or tell me to knock it off.

“I can’t hear the TV.”

“That’s why we have the closed captions on.”

“The vacuum makes too much noise.” Or he’d holler from his room, “I’m trying to sleep do you have to run that now?”

“If not now, when?”

“Can I at least get the dusting done?”

If looks could’ve killed, I’d be long dead.

So, I’ve made a vow to myself that when I go into a room, I clean something and throw something out.

So far the bathroom is clean and the kitchen is looking a lot nicer. The living room isn’t half bad either.

I mopped the kitchen floor and even though I had to stop frequently to sit and ease the back pain, it is clean in all but one corner. There’s a lot of stuff there I need to go through.

Lucy seems to be becoming a new dog. She’s happier, more playful, and relaxed. From 10 a.m., after her breakfast, to 5 p.m. she’s a whirlwind of ‘throw the toy Mom!’ At 5, after her dinner, she conks out.

Toy box at 10 a.m.

Living room at 4:30 p.m.

Think she had a busy day?