I’ve been up for forty-five minutes. Rico just came wandering out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen where he proceeded to bark at his empty water bowl. Easy enough to take care of that. At least he wasn’t barking to go out. Now he’s settled down in his favorite spot.
My winter rant has been for us to de-clutter our den. Funny how that works. In order to de-clutter the den, we have to make room in the garage so we can store the “I can’t possibly throw that out!” stuff. Or the “We’ll call the auction guy over to look at this because it might be worth something,” stuff. And then there is the steadily growing stack of “If it’s not in front of me, I might not be able to find that important document which I might need to do our taxes,” stuff.
When we had the whole interior of the house painted in September I boxed up 6 crates worth of “things”. Funny how that is. I/we haven’t seemed to miss whatever is in those crates. Which, by the way, are now stored on the shelves in the garage, just in case, you know “we might need that.”
Today, we are planning to take a dozen cans of paint left over from the last time we had our house painted, a dozen years ago, to the recycle center. Good thing, because we need the space in the garage to store that den stuff I told you about.
Or we could just do this: