My work mirrors the school year, in that September is a time where things start getting back into gear. I’ve had a great summer, with nearly a month away from the office, and plenty of long evenings in our garden and time for other projects. This week it will be back to normal and I’ve cleaned and tidied my desk in readiness.
As part of an overall plan for our finances and lives, we’ve both been bringing lunches to work every day in an effort to trim some of our expenditure. I love cooking and want to eat the healthy things I know are better for my body and my wallet. I’ve acquired a small lunch-sized cool bag and I’m going to be realistic about what I need to eat to keep me going, especially on those days where I’m at my desk for the guts of 12 hours.
I’ve realised I don’t need any new clothes for the work year ahead. My self-imposed clothes buying ban continues, and just this morning I realised I had two dresses I had completely forgotten about – it’s like having something new without having to buy it. I’ll probably have to get my two pairs of winter boots resoled at some point, but they’re comfortable and solid so I’m happy to bear that expense.
An easy week in work and a not so onerous one next week.
Getting to the gym every time I wanted to.
More new to me Chalet books on the way to complete my collection.
A reorganised bookshelf and finding a book I was afraid I’d decluttered in my zest for organisation.
Nowhere to be this weekend. Last weekend was busy, it’s nice to have absolutely no plans for a change.
New to me books, as I continue to work on my Chalet School collection.
A short work week.
Small decluttering jobs and putting some of the many Bonne Maman jars I’m partial to keeping to good use.
An early night.
Planning for things big and small.
[I’m making this list mainly to keep my spirits up. This has been a pretty horrible week, all things considered.]
Finally cleaning my oven. I’ve slathered the cleaning fluid on and I’m enjoying the drips of gunk way more than I should.
Glass jar decluttering. I’m only keeping the nice ones from now on.
Embracing my frugal work lunch plans, and being extra organised to ensure this happens.
Using a cookbook I’ve had for a long time but only this week got around to making some recipes from. Will be making more.
It’s Friday. Enough said.
As per my previous post, one project on my to-do list was sorting out my photos. I was feeling productive last night as it’s a light week in work so I gathered all the photos from broken frames, various boxes and a couple of bags and started sorting.
It was a lot harder than I expected. I found a lot of photos from college days that I’d tucked away and forgotten about completely. It was difficult looking at my younger, slimmer self. Like the Sunscreen Song told me when I was 18, I was not as fat as I imagined.
Looking at the photos was like looking at a different person, which, in many ways, I was. I am not the person I was when I was 18 and starting college, or the 23 year old I was the day I graduated, or the 25 year old visiting Barcelona, or the 28 year old getting engaged in Sorrento, or the 29 year old getting married and going on honeymoon.
My new year’s resolution was to join and gym and improve my health and, if I’m honest, my self esteem. The photos gave me pause for thought. That skinnier, younger woman wouldn’t have believe the older, softer, rounder (in many more ways than my figure) woman if I told her what paths her life would take her.
That skinnier younger woman hadn’t evolved much in her thinking on abortion rights. She knew little of the eighth amendment. She hadn’t developed the ability to see more of the world in shades of grey rather than in black and white. She didn’t give herself (or many others) much of a break. She was too hard on herself.
The photos have been sorted-ish. I haven’t seen albums I like and I don’t really feel like looking through many of them again so soon. Thirty Five is not Twenty Five, in all sorts of ways.
I have a tidy, mostly clutter free home but I have a few projects I am determined to tackle over the summer.
The first is photos. We have taken more photos in our six years of marriage than my parents have during almost 40 years of marriage. I need to organise them and separate the wheat from the chaff.
I’ve been slowly replacing my beloved paperback Chalet School reprints with original hardbacks. I’m going to sort through the duplicates properly and see what I can sell and donate.
I still have a couple of spots where junk accumulates. These need to go. I’m going to have one small spot where dumping is allowed and that is it.
Cleaning the shower drain. Begone, horrible gunky muck.
More decluttering. More tidying. More organisation.
Burgers for lunch and an evening out to look forward to.
Having no odd socks whatsoever.
Shredding papers that need to go.