Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis

Junk drawer no more

My Costco trip was timed perfectly. I swung by McDonald's and got coffee and a sausage biscuit. I got to Costco about 15 minutes before they opened. It was cool and cloudy so sitting in my car having breakfast was very comfortable. I entertained myself until the first rush had gotten in and then I went in, found what I wanted and got out - no muss, no fuss.

Plus, I realized that my New Zealand friends might get a kick out of seeing Costco so I put it on the list.

Then home to discover that CBS Sunday Morning was a compilation of reruns so I didn't need to waste that time. And decided to get to the kitchen even though the game was near starting.  I turned on my audiobook and dug in.

I did not even take time out for the obligatory before and after photos.  This incredible feat will have to go totally un-photo-documented.   I emptied out both drawers. Filled a big box with trash. One shoebox with stuff I want to keep but can go in the storage closet and another shoebox with stuff I don't want but someone might.  Then I put the rest back in the drawer and wow! I can see everything. I can find everything. Hallefuckingluuuuyah!

I use measuring spoons maybe once a year or less. I had 4 sets.  Seriously. WTF.

Then I cleaned out the freezer and the fridge. I reorganized both and wiped down the refrigerator shelves.

Then I took the one shoebox of stuff somebody might want to the free shelf in the garage and took the trash down to the dumpster.

I am proud. Maybe not Pride Parade Proud but my own accomplishment proud which is fine by me.  I tidied up the bathroom and bedroom and put out what I need for swimming tomorrow morning by the front door.  And now, I think I'll take the rest of the day off.
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