A mixed day on the move to Mexico front.
My realtor called today to let me know that she has arranged for two of the three window contractors to stop by the house for estimates -- one this Wednesday and one next Monday. I should at least be able to get an idea how much that project will cost.
And that is the good news. The bad news is that I did not get anything accomplished other than my usual weekday activities. I was late getting home from work. After fixing dinner, walking the dog, and skimming through a week-old Economist, it is almost 11 and I need to get to bed.
The disturbing realization is that I am simply going to have to stop doing other things (books, magazines, the computer are obvious targets) to allow me the time to start dumping things into the recycling bin. Even if I follow Babs's advice by tossing rather than shredding, I will need to make time.
Tomorrow, I am starting with a stack of play programs from the past 30 years and mementos from my nine years of cruising. They will be easy -- as will the stack of baseball statistics and recipes that make one corner of my kitchen look as if I should be harboring 60 or 70 cats.
See? There is hope.
My realtor called today to let me know that she has arranged for two of the three window contractors to stop by the house for estimates -- one this Wednesday and one next Monday. I should at least be able to get an idea how much that project will cost.
And that is the good news. The bad news is that I did not get anything accomplished other than my usual weekday activities. I was late getting home from work. After fixing dinner, walking the dog, and skimming through a week-old Economist, it is almost 11 and I need to get to bed.
The disturbing realization is that I am simply going to have to stop doing other things (books, magazines, the computer are obvious targets) to allow me the time to start dumping things into the recycling bin. Even if I follow Babs's advice by tossing rather than shredding, I will need to make time.
Tomorrow, I am starting with a stack of play programs from the past 30 years and mementos from my nine years of cruising. They will be easy -- as will the stack of baseball statistics and recipes that make one corner of my kitchen look as if I should be harboring 60 or 70 cats.
See? There is hope.
