I've finally taken a break from the drudgery of trying to purge this house of 50 years' worth of knickknacks, geegaws, and gimcrackery plus clothes I can't or won't wear anymore or wouldn't dare wear in public. I tell myself that I deserve the break after my diligence for almost a week, but the real reason is I have no more room to store what I've already tossed, I mean gently placed, into boxes, ready to cart it all off to some unsuspecting thrift store. The garage is already full of David's collection of tools and yard paraphernalia so now it's a little bit fuller. (We'll just ignore the fact that I have a lot of baking stuff stored out there, too.)
David and I had made a trek to the local home improvement store to purchase moving cartons to better organize all the largess we've (meaning I) finally decided to donate to an unsusp... I mean, a worthy cause. I'm still trying to decide on whom I can bestow the many years' worth of 'Writer's Digest' and 'Quilting' magazines I've kept for who knows why. I sure don't. Instead of disposing of them as I read them, I stuffed them into my 'craft' closet convinced I would go back and consult the many helpful articles as needed while I wrote 'The Great American Novel.' I never did either. (What a shocker). Out of sight; Out of Mind, that's my motto. I'm hoping one of the senior citizens' homes here in town would like them. I'm not sure any of the residents are aspiring writers, although there are probably a few quilters. I also have a cornet to give away, but I don't think anyone there would want a 34-year-old instrument. It'll need some work to get it in playing shape again.
Anyway, back to my point on drudgery. When I'm not working on cleaning out the house, (and complaining, but not too loudly LOL) I'm girding my loins for sitting in the heat (or cold or rain or sleet or hail) watching our grandkids play sports. Thank goodness one granddaughter has signed up for volleyball. I love the fact that it's played indoors. I favor any sport that occurs where I can sit in the air conditioning (or heat) with bathrooms and concession stands nearby.
Don't get me wrong, I love watching our grandson play football, but having to drag out what we need for Oklahoma's idea of a season is pure drudgery. It doesn't help that Mother Nature likes to give us Okies all the seasons at once, sometimes in one day. To that end, I have to lug several waterfilled fans, a rag I can wet and wear on my head (which looks so nice, NOT), water to drink, umbrellas for rain or shine, stadium chairs that lean too far back in case we sit in the stands (David's preference) in which case the umbrellas can become quite lethal, folding chairs for sitting on the sidelines, long pants and sweaters or coats in case it's cold, well, you get the picture. I told David for the next game we need to buy one of those foldable wagons we can use to schlep all the cra...I mean necessary items we may or may not need on any given game day. It's better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. That's my motto (I can have more than one), much to David's chagrin. You can imagine what's it like for him to travel with me on a vacation.
Saturday we attended our grandson Zane's first football scrimmage of the season. The weather has been well over 100º every day for over a month now so I did the unusual and dressed in capris (When I was young, about 100 years ago, we called them pedal pushers) and sandals. I did bring a light sweater because I like my arms covered up.
On the way to the game the temperature dropped about 20 degrees and it rained like crazy most of the way to the stadium, about an hour and a half away. By the time we got there, the ground was muddy enough from the rain to grow lily pads. My leather sandals were not made for this. Luckily, we were able to leave the fans, etc., in the car but by the time we had schelped our chairs, umbrellas, my purse, and our drinks to the field we were thoroughly soaked. And that was just in the first 10 minutes. The one time I didn't dress in jeans I ended up freezing. I know I'm a drudge, but Mother Nature can be so mean sometimes.