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Wednesday was delivery day
My Holy Clothing order arrived! Which, yay! Because I wanted it no later than tomorrow morning, so cutting it close.
Numerous other things arrived, including a broom and dustpan, some cleaner that purports to deposit a slippery layer on glass so that the water beads up and runs off faster, while also simultaneously not containing anything terrifying the way the rainx shower product does. These two purchases are fine, upstanding examples of how decluttering while reading decluttering books leads to re-cluttering. I did move the aging rubbermaid broom and dustpan to the garage for de-accessioning.
In unrelated re-cluttering, A. and I were watching TikTok and bought a massive sipper that has a slot for lipbalm and a place to clip your keys, as well as a straw, a different lid-device that lets you use the whole thing as a cozy and probably nine other features. It’s a little incredible, and a great fade of pink and purple.
A TomboyX order arrived, and appears to be a slightly different style than previously ordered BUT in the correct size, and may actually be better than previous models at least for me.
I drove A. in and picked her up in the afternoon to take her to therapy. R. got an outdoor ride.
I had avocado toast for lunch, using one of the Wholy Guacamole that I bought when we had guests over recently.
Zyrtec and tea also arrived on subscribe-and-save. I definitely needed the zyrtec. I should pre-emptively skip on the tea, tho, because I have too much now.
I talked to A. and to A. (Daughter and therapist, separately to my daughter, then both together) about the decluttering piece of writing that I’ve been thinking about doing, on and off, ever since spectacularly failing to write something about that when I was 43. It’s been a minute. Actually, in literal terms, more than a decade. I’m thinking tackling it as a discourse, rather than tackling it directly as an activity. I know way more about it as discourse, for sure.
Numerous other things arrived, including a broom and dustpan, some cleaner that purports to deposit a slippery layer on glass so that the water beads up and runs off faster, while also simultaneously not containing anything terrifying the way the rainx shower product does. These two purchases are fine, upstanding examples of how decluttering while reading decluttering books leads to re-cluttering. I did move the aging rubbermaid broom and dustpan to the garage for de-accessioning.
In unrelated re-cluttering, A. and I were watching TikTok and bought a massive sipper that has a slot for lipbalm and a place to clip your keys, as well as a straw, a different lid-device that lets you use the whole thing as a cozy and probably nine other features. It’s a little incredible, and a great fade of pink and purple.
A TomboyX order arrived, and appears to be a slightly different style than previously ordered BUT in the correct size, and may actually be better than previous models at least for me.
I drove A. in and picked her up in the afternoon to take her to therapy. R. got an outdoor ride.
I had avocado toast for lunch, using one of the Wholy Guacamole that I bought when we had guests over recently.
Zyrtec and tea also arrived on subscribe-and-save. I definitely needed the zyrtec. I should pre-emptively skip on the tea, tho, because I have too much now.
I talked to A. and to A. (Daughter and therapist, separately to my daughter, then both together) about the decluttering piece of writing that I’ve been thinking about doing, on and off, ever since spectacularly failing to write something about that when I was 43. It’s been a minute. Actually, in literal terms, more than a decade. I’m thinking tackling it as a discourse, rather than tackling it directly as an activity. I know way more about it as discourse, for sure.