Sorting

Cynthia told me the other day that they have already packed 34 boxes as they get ready to move in April or May.  They've made numerous trips to Goodwill, sold (or donated) a couch and chair, cleaned out a closet or two.  What an inspiration she is!  I wish she could come out here and help me!  E encourages me in my effort to de-clutter; she is very good at looking honestly at "things" and marking them as unnecessary.  I'm not sure why it's so hard for me, why I cling to objects don't use any more.  Yesterday afternoon I worked in my sewing room, sorting fabrics and patterns.  But there's a long way to go.

More sorting of fabric happened this afternoon, clearing off the cutting table so I could begin work on the challenge for the quilt guild.  Our house plants are all in my workroom so James won't nibble on them and throw up, so it's even more crowded than usual.  Last night I recycled some quilt patterns, most of them black and white copies not color.  While they apparently appealed to me years ago, seeing them without color leaves me blah.  There are so many quilts on my want-to-make list now, I don't need to go back twenty years and add old ones.

Good dinner tonight:  roast chicken (on sale for 78 cents a pound at Safeway), dressing, gravy and Brussells sprouts.  And I made two loaves of bread this afternoon.  That's one thing I miss when I'm watching the children all day at their house, being able to cook.  Perhaps I could if they were here; after all, I cooked when our girls were little.  I guess I feel ec still needs lots of supervision, and there might be a bit of "they're not mine, so I'd better be careful."  Boy, that sounds strange, but could it be?