Lave life

This is what I was doing Monday.

I put the bookcases together and set them up.

I organized most of the closet Saturday, worked Sunday, then did this corner of the bedroom Monday.

As I said in a previous blog entry, organizing life is similar to organizing a closet. So I did that then decided the rest of the apartment needed organizing as well.

Organize your home and life may fall into place as well.

At least it's worth a try. :)

I'm going to do one room at a time or at least part of a room at a time as finances permit.


Some of the organizing is free, just some time and elbow grease. That's all that's left of the closet, just a bit of elbow grease. What does back in besides the clothes and where does it go?  The one closet is the only storage space I got. So everything gets shoved in there.

And my bookcases were disordered. Some of the books were laying on their sides because they were too big for the shelves. Now they all fit and I even have extra space for knick-knacks.

So maybe once my apartment is in order, my life may become so as well.

Redolence of me

When I get new things, I got an inquiring mind.

He spent a whole hour exploring the toolbox, smelling it and climbing all over it. No doubt putting his own scent on it to incorporate it into our home.

I do something similar when I do my books.

Once I get the proofs I go wild. One proof goes to my proofreader, but one is mine. I paw it like it's made of the softest material ever and hug it like it's a long lost cousin. I even smell it!

No matter how many books I publish, each one is like the first.

I re-read the book before putting it on the bookshelf.


I run my fingers across the books and give them a pat every time I pass the shelf. Being published never gets old.

When I get my first batch of books, I pick up each of the books and smell it, running a hand down the cover. I guess I'm like Toby and want to put my scent on that first batch. Saying that these are mine.

The batches after that only get a pat as I remove them from the delivery box. A touch of me.

Each book is just that, a part of me. They carry a trace, a hint of me. 

So why not a scent of me as well? :)

Closet Pack Rat

Organizing life has similarities to organizing a closet.

You have to find a place for everything and make it look neat.

I realize my closet's not tidy and neither is my life.

So I decided to take a step and do my closet.

I have a closet organizer on the way and I've put some things in bins to go through at a later date. When I moved I got rid of a lot of stuff but I realized I still had baggage. :)

I'm a closet hoarder, in more than one way. I've been called a pack rat.

It's a common trait in my family.


I have a tendency to keep things that I should let go of.  They don't fit anymore but they have good memories and I think 'maybe'. But you know we can't go back. Nothing stays the same.

We have to move forward.

Sometimes we need outside things to help us organize and let go.  Hence the closet organizer I have coming. If my stuff doesn't fit, then I need to let it go.

Life is the same way, if it doesn't fit anymore don't hold on to it because of  'maybes'. 

Time

Time

That elusive thing that we all want more of.

Life is full of deadlines. The trick is juggling everything so the important stuff is done and the rest can fall where it may without interruptions. Like the saying goes 'don't sweat the small stuff.'

Of course you got to decide what's small.  :)

Writing is of course a big thing to me. So it gets a large chunk of that precious time. Sometimes too much of it. My cat tells me when I've spent too much time at the computer. He jumps into my lap and rubs against me, telling me he's had enough of being ignored.  I close the program I'm working on and do something else, usually pet him. .

Reading whether for personal or online college reasons is another time consumer. Whether it's writing magazines or college texts or the guilty pleasure of fan fiction I read a lot in a day.

Then there's the normal everyday things--like cleaning.  Which I'm terrible at by the way. I'd rather spend my time on writing or reading and usually let things go a bit. Then I have to spend more time cleaning. I wish they'd hurry up and create that self-cleaning smart home. :)

Time just slips through my fingers.

And time is not consistent. They say time is fluid. Well, it doesn't flow at the same rate, that's for sure! Good times never stay long enough and the bad times seem to stay forever.