My little life. A good life but little.

Lately my posts have been about spring cleaning. For me it's that time of year. It may be because I'm coming out of my winter funk. Not depression really as I function just fine at work and other areas of my life but I get, shall we say, restless the longer that winter lasts. I've had folks suggest that I get one of those full spectrum lights to bask in and I might try it this coming fall. Heck, nothing ventured nothing gained.

But when March rolls around and my primordial brain cheers and says "HOORAY! We survived another winter!". You get to listen to my ramblings about cleaning, purging and rearranging of my possessions. I feel better for getting rid of the deadwood and mayhem that I am blind to all winter.

Part of this is due to my father who saved everything and did not often get rid of stuff even if it became damaged. (maybe I'll fix it, maybe it's not so bad). Think 15 years of Playboys, American Riflemen, National Geo's all saved in boxes in our shed that leaked. Or the woodworking shop that was up to knee deep in scraps, stock tools and sawdust. I was determined that when I moved out my home would not get that bad and for the most part I've succeeded. I've had some clutter issues in my past but I slapped myself and forced my inner child to quit hoarding and clear out.

So there you have it. I'm no saint but I'm not such a bad sinner and every March I see the error of my ways and repent!

She Likes it!

Here is the Cassie dog.
She likes her new doggie bed.