How Can It Be Boring?

This is what I used to look at through a microscope,
while attaching those itty bitty wires.

When I was single I worked in electronic plants a lot to support myself.  They were quiet, clean, had regular people working there, good benefits and usually had three shifts so I could take classes whenever I wanted or needed to.  There were usually quite a few single moms who spent a lot of time worrying over their kids.

It used to really puzzle me when women would come to work there just because their kids were all grown or all in school and they were" bored at home".  Bored?  Really?  How could you be bored, especially if you aren't tied down with kids?  I gave lots of them lots of laughs.  Well, it has been 33 years now.  No, I haven't been able to stay home the whole time.  Only as much as I could, financially.  But now that I have an "empty nest", I still have no idea how they could be bored.

Yesterday, I did so many different tasks, today was the same.  Now, I couldn't say that I have never been bored with some of the tasks that I need to attend to, but good grief!  Get a life people!  There are so many to things to do, that don't cost money even.  There are so many to learn and skills to develop.  So many ancestors waiting for us to find them, just so much of so much out "there".

Take today.  I got to rake and gather a lot of left over tree stuff, pine needles and what not on the west side of the house into piles and get them ready for Jon to load into the dumpster when he gets home.  Lucky man, isn't he?  We usually do it together to get more in the dumpster each load.  Then it was so nice that I went out back and kept labeling the shed drawers.  Marsha showed up, so I took her over to Sam's Club to pick up the wedding announcements for Larissa's wedding.  We had such a nice visit and fun bouncing around ideas for the decorations, etc.

One girls junk is . .  .
still her treasures.

Ugliest beautiful sight in town.

When I got back home, I had some left-overs for lunch.  I haven't cooked since last Sunday.  Just heated and redid left-overs, so nice and such a time saver.  After a short nap, about 15 - 20 minutes, I got back to work on organizing everything in the shop drawers.  I also got most of the painting and other supplies out of the guest room and it's closet out to the "shop" out back.  It feels so good to get the drawers and shelves labeled and filled . Getting more clutter out of our lives. I will have to move it all again when the shed is in place, but it will be much faster and worth it in the end.

Tonight I am going through the rest of the cook, gardening, preparedness, health and so many other books that have gotten all mixed up in the cook book shelves.  I must cull quite a few out, and it is like letting go of some old friends.  Hurts more than just a bit at times.  It will mean two more boxes emptied and and out of the way.  That much more room to move and to breath.

I am still purging.  My home, my life, my desires.  Restructuring my priorities, constantly, as I slip and find myself wanting things that will not bring peace, only clutter in my life.  I am taking pictures of so many "things" and writing about the memories that are connected with them.  I am a little curious to see what becomes of the writings in the future.  What they will come to mean to me and my posterity. . .  or not.