The Pile

I worked on the dreadful stack, yesterday.  I even made some visible progress.  By the time I thought of taking a photo it was too dark. 

Today, I had help.  There is still a lot to do, but we got the sickening stack reduced substantially.  After my friend left, I got a little more compacting done, but before it got dark I took this "progress" shot.

I still have a long way to go, but
there's a little carpet showing!

If Nothing Else...

I got four plates of wild blueberries
picked over and the plates are
ready to wash.

Whine!

It takes so looonnng!

Chipping away at the couch.

Here's the big pile.
I even removed a few things.
There is a path in front of
the full chair, which this
angle doesn't show.

These things have been
removed, but not yet
re-homed.

Confession

      I have given up. 

     It did not start out that way.  I blogged about my pitiful progress last Wednesday.  The next day I had the opportunity to help a friend who needed to get out and do some errands.  Her situation is not my story to tell.  I did not regret the lack of progress on my mess.

     Friday was less productive.  My father wanted to go to a book sale and the bank.  Taking him, my son and I managed an errand, as well.  Now, going to a book sale is only a chore for me when it comes time to sort and pay.  Working around two other people's schedules is a little more taxing. 

     Fast forward to today.  Today I managed to fall asleep less than two hours after I got up.  Thinking I had just dozed off momentarily, I found to my shock that it was one thirty in the afternoon!  I did manage to make supper, wash dishes and do a very small load of laundry. 

      I found a little more motivation in watching Hoarders.  We discovered, this past weekend, that we now have more than just basic cable, which was the cheapest way we could find to get  the internet.  So, I got to see Hoarders -- two episodes, in fact.  In the first one someone talked about there only being paths through the house.  Directly in front of where I was sitting is a pile of boxes and containers that need a home.  My livingroom, therefore, has a path through it!  Ugh!  I did a little sorting and tossing while watching the show.  I got up and did dishes during the comercial breaks. 

     It was not a very successful day, but I feel I may have got somewhere near that track I lost.  We shall see.  I shall hope.

If Nothing Else...

...I got the bed made up fresh!

(Kindly ignore the rest of my mess.)

Invisible Progress

Believe it, or not, these two
pictures represent an improvement!

Litle Things Mean a Lot

A little, slightly "used" produce
suddenly looked special, to me.

Today's accomplishments were
very small.  None of them will
look like much in a photograph.
Somehow, today, I'll take them!