Terrific Tuesday*Great day for introspection

           Blessings from my little corner of the world. I hope this finds you healthy and happy. A happy heart makes a happy face.

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            At 6 p.m. Labor day my bad knee screamed for relief. For twelve hours I gutted my atrocious closet. With the Rolling Stones blasting from my head phones, I iced my swollen knee and elevated it on the back of a chair. I came to the conclusion I am a full-fledged pack rat.

            When I tackled the closet project I wasn’t aware of what the job entailed. How hard could it be to empty a closet?

            A closet has hanging clothes and a shelf. Don’t forget the walls. My hoarder status forced me to utilize the closet walls. The walls were covered with camping lanterns (in case of a black out) binoculars, numerous purses and tote bags, and a few air fresheners. (My husband’s dismal closet joins mine.)

            Where did the closet floor go? I haven’t seen the closet carpet in years. And I finally saw my closet shelf. Once it collapsed. The loud BOOM abruptly woke us in the middle of the night. I had a tad too much on it . . . My dearly beloved wasn’t happy.

            Why must I keep everything?  Am I like the people on the hoarder’s T.V. program? Why do I have so many pairs of shoes? Why do I have too much clothes? Why have I kept my precious mother’s belongings? She relocated to Heaven five years ago.

            The great news is I have a carload of useful stuff for Goodwill. I DID IT! I LET IT GO! I let go my “Templeton” rat keepsake treasures. Someone else can sift through them. Someone else can benefit from my sentimental, sacred stuff.

            The fabulous news is my devoted husband; Jr. (of 39 years) painted my clean closet a refreshing, hot pink. . . And how was your Labor day?