It's been a long day, and I'm beat tonight, but I got a lot done. I worked on laundry and sorting clothes to donated, and I made a good dent in the overall amount. I did 10 loads or so today, but I think I still have at least 20 more to go. At least it's all sorted now, so it won't be too hard to grab a load and get it started.
Thankfully, I woke up early enough that all but 1 load of clothes could hang on the line to dry. The others I hung in the laundry room, since it was raining so hard outside. And although I love the smell of sun dried towels, I also dried a couple of loads in the dryer. They were just too heavy to haul up the stairs and outside to hang. I was very glad we were able to get all the clothes in before the first sprinkles started. Even though the rain doesn't hurt the clothes and helps the wonderfully fresh smell permeate the fabric, it does stir up the mud and that also permeates the fabric. That's a bit harder to get out.
I am hoping to finish the laundry a few loads at a time as I'm recovering from surgery. I go in tomorrow. I'm not expecting any problems, but I am fairly certain I'll be on lifting restrictions for awhile. Hopefully, it won't be too long, and Hopper can be my little lifter and help me out from time to time, if I can't do it. Otherwise, the laundry has waited this many years...another week or so shouldn't make too big a difference. Plus, I will never, ever have to deal with the majority of these clothes ever again, since they're being donated. I love the thought of that!
I am ready to be through this surgery, so I can keep going with the dehoarding. I don't want to lose too much momentum. I've been making such headway lately that it's a real concern. Then again, I've been making so much headway that I'm tired. I'm looking forward to the couple days of rest I'll be getting. They may be drug induced days of rest, but at this point they still sound good.
Speaking of rest...
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.