I’m still in a funk about my back, but I’ve told myself that today is the last day I’m allowed to have a pity party about it. One of my besties dragged me out of the house last night and we went to dinner. And by dragged, I mean she said, “You are not bailing on me. Get in the shower and take a vicodin. I’m picking you up at 6:30.”
It helped. A lot. It didn’t hurt that I got to whine and the waiter presented us with carbohydrates, wine and chocolate. Dinner was awesome. Until my friend leaned across the table and slapped my arm. Which then made me jerk in surprise and whack my fingers on the table.
“What the–”
She sputtered, “I’m so sorry. It’s a knee jerk reaction. Mosquito.”
I looked down at my arm. There was a black blob and blood. Gross.
I wiped it away with my napkin. My brain was still processing and I felt the need to state the obvious. “There’s blood.”
She was giggling, I think still surprised. “Honey, that’s yours. And on that note, let’s go. I have a wet wipe in the car.”
That’s what friends are for, right? To get you buzzed, hit you and then offer you a wet wipe to clear away the blood.
And On That Note
One of my daughter’s classmate’s mom posted on Facebook about needing a dog crate to use while they foster a dog they’d found wandering the streets, I presume with no collar and no micro-chip. We still had an extra-large crate from when we had a large dog. Toby weighed nearly 70 pounds. (She passed away last summer at the age of 14.) Eddie weighs 12 pounds. He doesn’t qualify for large dog status. Although, he thinks he does. but that’s another story altogether.
I told the mom she could have ours. It looked like this, except older, dirtier and with some rust on the corners:
Imagine a chihuahua/miniature-dachsund camped out in there. It was silly. Plus, now that he’s out of his puppy stage and I’m home most of the time, we don’t use it. (He used to drag trash, socks, the kids’ toys and dish towels in there. He must have thought we couldn’t, you know, see through the walls.)
That is the big decluttering action for now. Not monumental, but it did take up a lot of space and it’s one less thing.
Every little bit counts! I got rid of 5 clothes items I didn’t remember having yesterday. YES!
I often find that my decluttering goes in fits and spurts. Some dyas it’s good just to get a ratty pair of underpants out of the house. You’re the brave one for letting us all watch your progres, even when the progress can slow to a crawl at times. Hang in there, and here’s hoping your back feels a little more bearable (have a friend with similar issues, can empathize with the frustration.)
This post really made me laugh. What are friends for :-). Thanks for keeping it real and reminding us all the the decluttering process happens within the context of life.
Love the dinner story. Yay friends!
…And sending good vibes for your back.
That is one big dog crate. And of course the appropriate size for a chihuahua / min dachshund. They do have big personalities. 🙂
That’s an AWESOME thing to get rid of! Anything that big counts as ten things. I got rid of 17 knives and forks this week…made no obvious dent at all. I wish I had a dog crate to pass on! Hehe.
I love the posts. I don’t consider myself a clutter person though if you look around with fresh eyes, opportunities are everywhere. Yesterday I took everything out of my home office desk drawer which is always crammed with stuff. I took the emotion out of the equation and the only thing that went back was office supplies and my checkbooks. Everything else was recycled, given away, put away or thrown away. Tomorrow I’m consolidating three tool boxes in the garage.
Way to go decluttering the dog crate! We have gerbils. Anytime I declutter anything of theirs it’s too small to notice that we got rid of it :o) Glad you got out of the house and had a good evening. Going out and having fun with friends is really the best medicine!
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