I'm slowly, but surely, getting some bigger inside projects done.
Yesterday I cleaned my refrigerator in the kitchen. (Yes, I do classify that as a Big Project!) A dirty refrigerator drives me batty so when I clean it, it gets pretty much pulled apart and put back together after being scrubbed to within an inch of its white enameled life. (Sad to say, it's more correct to say, ". . . its white plastic-coated life.") If it would only stay that way now, for, oh say, the next six months. Neither hubby nor I are terribly messy so there must be someone who comes into our kitchen during the night and drips and dribbles while stealing a midnight snack.
The pantry is also getting my attention with the hope of taming the contents so I (somehow) have more room in there. I don't know. Sigh. I have a good-sized kitchen with plenty of cabinets along with the separate pantry that measure 15' x 7' and has built-in cabinets and shelves galore (but also two freezers in there, one of which is 6' long in length), and yet I don't seem to have enough space in which to store all I want. Do I have too much stuff? Rather, I think the question is do I spend too much time cooking and preserving food and making everything from scratch!
We've completed our cleaning and sorting of our main storage shed, and I'm getting rid of items destined to go either to recycling or the donation center in town. Our daughter has been going through all of our discards first, though, because she's sure we're going to throw away something that is part of her heritage! I give her a hard time about being a bit of a pack rat, but must admit she's the one in the family who truly does care about and want to preserve the "important" family treasures. I know I'm too much the other way in that I don't see any sense in keeping much of anything I'm not actively using.
My horrendously messy quilt room is still waiting for my attention, and I'm actually looking forward to barricading myself in there for a few days while getting it right and ready for lots of enjoyable time quilting this upcoming winter.
Don't know when I last gave our bedroom a good, thorough cleaning. With luck, that will happen today. How does it get dirty in the first place? We sure don't seem to spend a lot of time in there . . . she says while nodding off because of an early alarm this morning.
Oh, yes, another task I must do today . . . cut my fingernails. Such a BIG job (not), but one I have to do more frequently than seems "normal." My fingernails have always grown like weeds in the summertime so get out of control (too long and tend to get bent back -- ooo-ooh, owie, shudder-shudder) if I don't keep them of a sensible length. (Maybe I should start biting my nails . . . nah, bad idea.)
Okay, I'm off (but no more than usual) to attack the day.
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