No notebook yet, but I did get rid of lots of bags of shredables in the last 3 days, as you can see over there ~~~~>.
If I don't find the notebook tomorrow, I'll just finish things up with the pictures instead. I don't think it will likely make that much of a difference. And I know I'm going to find the stupid notebook right after we turn the insurance paperwork in, anyway. That's how it always happens, isn't it?
Sort of like when you're waiting on a doctor's office to call. You know. You wait all day long for them to call and decide to run to the bathroom for a quick potty break. And the second you've committed - the phone rings. Don't question me. Just take my word for it. K?
I was listening to Roger Miller while doing paperwork today. His songs remind me of my parents. King of The Road reminds me of my dad. My parents often sang his songs to us kids when they were in a silly mood. Just wonderful memories all the way around.
Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Heard reminds me of my life, cuz I have a mind to.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.