Mildly interesting little old lady day. The Asylum planned to “test” the fire alarms again this morning. With 500 deaf old farts in residence, you better believe that the alarms are loud. And, we have flashing lights too. In our apartments. I could sit around and complain or leave.
I left. I packed up all the stuff in my donation box and hauled it off to donate. That might finish up the 2025 döstädning. Death cleaning isn’t a one-and-done operation. Stuff keeps accumulating in the Old Bat Cave.
Gratitude
Grateful that I have a small apartment. With only one closet. I know if I had more space to put stuff, I would have more stuff.
And I did get rid of two pairs of perfectly fine shoes. (Now I have room for two new pairs of shoes!) But, how many pairs of shoes does an old woman need?
And then there are all the origami papers and books.
Speaking of books. It was a relief to stop reading the book I wasn’t enjoying. Where is it written that I must read every book to the end?
Hope to make it downtown tomorrow to express my displeasure with 47 and Company.