Saturday, June 25, 2011

This Is The After... the casual observer...this might still look like a chaotic mess but to me it looks as though I have accomplished a major goal!!!

I need a round of applause!!!

I need kudos!!!

I need some attagirls!!!

This is the result of literally depleting all of the upstairs bedrooms of all of the extra books that have been in my house for years.

My neighbor Jane...thinks that I gave away at least 400 books.

I feel amazing!!!

And I still read three books this far!!!

What amazing goal did you take on this week?

One more look at my lovely shelves...

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I Used To____________But Now I_____________!!!

When I taught second grade there was a wonderful book that I read to my students about a little boy who sort of changed his life.  It was very simple and followed the format in my post title.  After reading the book we would discuss it and then my students would make their own book following that same format...

I feel very close to that book this week because I am cleansing my entire upstairs.

Today I am done with my part.  My husband is going to put together two beautiful white shelves from IKEA...concluding my reorganization event...once I put my books on them.

Thank goodness!!!


I used to own a million books but now I own a Kindle.
I used to want to keep my books close to me but now I have given tons of them away.
I used to have stacks of books that I thought were artfully arranged all over my house but now I have two huge IKEA shelves with favorite books only.
I used to think I would never give my books away but now I know I can.
I used to admire people who gave their books away but now I am one of them!!!

What do you think of the new me?

Oh...I also organized all of the closets...gave tons of clothes away...and slept soundly all week long!!!

I should have had a book giving away party but thanks to my friend Jane...the senior center and some book sales are getting my books!!!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day...

Happy Father's Day, Daddy...

I loved you when you were here and I will love you forever...I miss you every day.  I still have your recorded voice on my answering machine and the two bottles of water you made us take for the long ride home.
I am not sure what I will do with them but I still need them around.  We took all of the flags that you had stored on the front porch and we have one of them proudly flying off of the deck. 
You were always my hero.  You could fix everything and anything and to this day I love the way you always said...jerry rig...not sure of the spelling but that was your word.  I love how you would pour over the paper and stack it just pages on one side and recycling on the other.  I love how you would go into the kitchen for your hourly snacks and always come back out with a plate filled with toothpicked treasures...cheese or kielbasi or little chunks of bread.  I love how you would wake us up on Christmas morning by playing Jingle Bells loudly on your stereo.  I love how you loved your mom...our grandma.  Johnny and Paula and Jimmy and I would always listen to you and grandma speak to each other in Polish and wonder what you were talking about.  I loved when you handed me your lunchbox when you came home from work every day.  We would wait on the front porch steps for you and run into your arms when we saw you.
I am forever spoiled because you always put us first.  You gave us everything...wonderful Christmases and adventures fishing and trekking to chop down our tree and picnics and Idora Park.  You would take us on rides and into the Penny Arcade and play game after game with us.  You even took us to the cemetery on Sundays to put flowers on Grandma and Grandpa's grave.  But after that solemn occasion you always took us somewhere fun.
Everyone gardens because of you...tomatoes and peppers and all kinds of other things.  It was another one of your gifts to us.
I miss you so much.
I think of you every single day.
I used to wonder what it would be like to not have you and mom with me.
I used to think it could never happen.
I used to think I would always talk to you.
I used to worry about what I would be like without you.
And now I know.
And it is not easy.
Sometimes it is unbearable.
I am learning how to live with the memories.