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While I was complaining about the mess I had created at my house, my mother in law sold her home, She has over 50 years of stuff that she has to sort through to move - I just need to count my blessings that I was only working with three rooms.

I'm really happy that the house sold. She was saying that it was too big, had too many memories, and she was lonely. So this move will be a good thing for her. In fact, my mom did the same after my father passed away. I think we all need a fresh start at times.

Speaking of houses - I finished mine finally and I love it! I threw away, donated, and stored very little. If I don't find a home up North by the end of the year my stored items are going to Goodwill. I really understand how people become hoarders - it's so easy to accumulate stuff. The older I become the less stuff I want.

Years ago I had an elderly woman, Mary, that worked for me - she only had one child, but her and her husband had labeled and made a list of all the items in their home. She said they labeled what should be donated and what had monetary value so her son didn't have to go through everything. I thought that was a great idea - I hope to become as organized as Mary one day.

Have a blessed Wednesday!


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