It was wet and blustery here in Adelaide over the weekend. Trees were down, power was out (not at my place, thankfully!) and my backyard is squelchy and slippery. I have been trying to remember summer and how hot and dry it was, to make myself thankful for the water. I’d feel better about it if my garden beds were all mulched and the water tank was functional. I think the tank really needs to be emptied, because I suspect that the bottom half is full of gunk, and I can’t even turn the tap on. But it’s a fair way down the to do list, I’ll be honest with you.
Last week was pretty wet and wild, too. And every time it rained and my lean to leaked, I thought about the packed spare room, and how my sister had just chucked boxes in there, right up against the leaking wall. Like I’d specifically asked her not to. And there was s sucpicious smell. But the thought of rearranging the crap in the shed so I could rearrange the crap in the spare room was just a bit overwhelming.
My weekend started off slowly. On Friday S came and picked me up from work because we were going to the Adelaide Show on Saturday, and he was getting over a migraine, so we just sat around watching QIand chatting. Lovely. On Saturday, S obliged me by helping me re-ye my hair blue over the bits I’d missed, and then I got a bee in my bonnet and tidied up my bedroom and the loungeroom. Not that that took long, but it felt SO much better. All the ‘too hard’ piles were dealt with and sorted, and even though it’s still about the same state of neatness now, after being used all weekend, it still feels cleaner and more organised. Nicer to be in. I sorted out my WIP system, although it still needs some attention due to all the random almost-finished things I have lying around in baskets. Emma and Osk and Sally came around and Emma pruned my poor neglected rose bushes for me, since she has the know how. And we had a cuppa and a chat, and laughed at the baby for pulling faces. And then we got sorted and went to the show.
It was WET. And it was WINDY. And I had just a lovely time. We looked at none of the sideshows and didn’t even consider the rides. We looked at pigs and cows and sheep and alpacas and goats. And I bought some local natives from Trees for Life which were actually just what I wanted, and they were only 2 for $5. A hardenbergia to grow along the front fence, and a hakea although I’m not sure where that’s going. And we looked at the craft and the flowers and did the Yellow Brick Road. And then it got dark and we thought about the fireworks and went home to sit on the couch instead. Lovely.
Sunday S tootled off and I bummed around for a bit, picking things up and putting them back down again. Then I plugged in my iPod and got stuck into the spare room. It took me about 4 or 5 hours all up, but it’s now clean and clear and lovely. I moved the crap in the garage around enough that my stuff is accessible and my sister’s stuff is at the back. I got all of her stuff out of the spare room (minus the clothes I had to throw out from the boxes against the wall because they had gone mouldy. I TOLD HER SO.) so now my house is SISTER FREE. Then I organised and sorted and threw. My bins are full and so is the op shop box, and I keep thinking of more things that I don’t really need. The spare room now houses the cat litter and some galvanised shelves with the inside-tools on them, like my drill and the screwdrivers, so that if I decide at 10pm that I need to put in a hook, I don’t have to go outside. Everything else got sorted and is in the shed or the pinboards in the garage which I can now GET to. Then I tackled the junk that was accumulating in the laundry. The garden stuff is all still in a pile for sorting, but everything else got sorted and stored, chucked or placed. Then I swapped the desk that was in there for a table. A friend is storing stuff in my shed while he’s interstate, and he said I could use anything I like, and his table is just the right size. So now I have a place to eat! So thrilling. Shoosh, it is thrilling.
Actually, the most thrilling bit was when my laundry was completely empty. I swept it twice. The cat likes to wipe his feet on the edge of his litter tray when he’s done, so there were bits of litter everywhere. And then I mopped it. Twice. It was GROSS. The wall in there isn’t completely weatherproof either. It’s not as bad as the spare room, but if anything touches it, it will leak. And there was crap everywhere, so it was leaking. Then I sorted the shelves and the cupboard under the sink, so that all the buckets and random pieces of cleaning equipment that seem to live on the washing machine now have designated homes. And then I scrubbed the laundry sink, which was covered in paint.
The craft room is a bit of a dumping ground, and I still have too much stuff for my house. But I can get ot it all. I cannot begin to tell you how exciting that is. I can get to it to deal with it. I think I might go through my bookshelf tonight and be ruthless. There are some things there that I am tempted to keep but, lets be honest, I’m never going to read. I bought a bunch of second hand books the other day that I will read, over and over, and I would like to have room for them. I expect I’ll need another op shop box.
Do you think the op shop will take my cat, too?
After all that cleaning and tidying and sorting, I sat down on the couch and I cast off the blanket that I have been knitting for Sally. I was knitting it at her birth 6 months ago, and I wanted it DONE, but at 500+ stitches a round it was taking me a while. It’s off the needles now, and all I need to do is find the floorspace to block it. Then I think I might go through my WIP baskets and have a bit of a finishing party. I know there are hats with two round left to go, and things that only need the ends woven in. And THEN, I think I might cast on for Get Off My Cloud, without the cloud pocket, I think, like the Storm Cloud version.
This morning as I was getting ready I picked a bunch of tulips and filled up vases. Crisp, dew covered tulips. Lovely! I feel much much better about my house and its contents. Things are moving.