Collecting and broken butts.

I've been busy. 

Cough.
Sort. 
Dehoard. 
Suck on inhaler.
Worry.
Cough.
Rinse. 
Repeat.

The Hubster went in for an MRI last week. He got the results on Monday. His butt is broken. Well. Not exactly, but it feels like it is. He's had horrible pain from sciatica for the last 5 weeks. He can't sit down due to excruciating pain. He tore his hamstring where it attaches to his hip. Or his butt. However you want to say it. For all intents and purposes, his butt is broken. Add the pain of a bulging disc on top of all of that, and he says ready for an amputation. Thankfully, he's just smarting off, but he really is in terrible pain. I so wish I could take it away. We're hoping he can get in for an epidural steroid injection to get some relief.  Soon.



I mentioned I've been sorting things. Sometimes it's seemed totally overwhelming, but other times, I feel totally in charge of the entire sorting process. Sorting through things made it very obvious I have a problem with decision making and with collecting things to recreate happy memories from when I was a child. 


For example, when we were little, Mom tie dyed shirts with us. It's one of my favorite memories. I have always wanted to tie dye with the girls, so I've collected Rit Dye over the years when it was on sale. I didn't realize how much I had collected until it was all in one place. I counted it this afternoon. I have 32* boxes and 13 different colors. I am not sure, if I'm going to save them and try to get them used, or if I'm going to donate them, so someone else can get the the good out of them. For now, they're sitting in a 2.5 gallon zippered plastic bag on a shelf in the laundry room.


I'll be storing school supplies on a bookshelf in the laundry room, too. I definitely have a fondness for school supplies. I'm sure it dates back to when I was a little girl. I remember loving to inhale the smell of the new crayons and theme paper. They smelled so fresh and clean and new. They smelled of the future. Of stories yet to be written. Of adventure yet to be lived. There's nothing quite like opening up a new pack of crayons, notebooks, pencils or paper. 


And while I already did give away several reams of paper as well as several boxes of crayons and pencils, I still have lots left. At last count, there were 32 packages of college ruled theme paper along with roughly 2 dozen single subject spiral notebooks on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. We only have a half dozen 3 subject notebooks, but I haven't even started counting bottles of school glue, dozens of pencils and boxes of crayons and markers we own at this point.


We'll be keeping the school supplies, but not just because of the emotions they evoke. With Hopper and Scooter still in school for a few years we'll use them. And now with them all in the same place, we'll be able to see with a glance, if we'll need to buy anything at all at the back-to-school sales. I have a feeling we'll be set, though. Besides. Notebooks and notebook paper are such cheap entertainment for the girls. It's hard to beat the hours of amusement 200 sheets of notebook paper purchased for 10 cents can buy.

*I found 3 more boxes of dye after I started composing this post a couple of weeks ago. I'm hoping I don't find anymore.