Actually - she is a minimalist and her stuff is really aimed at people that have too much stuff

I would be extremely unhappy to live like she does . however, going through clothes and saying happy/joy content or sad/unhappy/guilty - made it really easy to toss some stuff- and made it easy to keep my original buffy the vampire slayer t-shirt.

now - i am very glad to never meet her. I think she is obsessive, but I got some useful ideas from her.

This stupid nice hotel is killing me. I couldn't get into my room, which turned out to be because the battery had died in the key reader, so they were trying to break in, which was harder than they expected it to be. Finally, I was like, this would be easier for me if you just put me in another room. So they did, and when the security guy brought my new keys, he also brought a breakfast voucher, so at least there's that! Now I have to sleep.

There are a lot of people who hang on to stuff not because it brings them joy, but because they're going to need it sometime and can't guarantee they'll be able to stroll out and purchase a joy-bringing version at that point.

Yeah, I'm descended from people who lived through the dust bowl. We hang on to functional things.

I have purged a lot of old paperwork that I really didn't need and I should take another pass at my clothes but kitchen items and tools stay.

Apparently office cat REALLY hates the sound of my cell phone ring. When my mom called this afternoon she came flying across the hall, vaulted up onto my leg, and sank all her just-trimmed claws through my jeans while hissing and attempting to bite me. Not fun, particularly since I'm sunburned from yesterday. She's not had this reaction to anything before, but if it happens again I'm dumping my water mug on her to nip the habit in the bud.

shrift, I really like their cider. It's not too sweet.

Cider being too sweet is one reason I don't drink it often, so I bought some Stella Artois cider at Target and I just opened a bottle.

Paid all my bills through the end of the month. So adult. Very responsible.

I love my people. They are being good to each other tonight.

We actually took Dad to dinner at my sister's house tonight! It was moderately successful: he ate everything, and had a few sips of wine. So that's good. He may be in hospice officially, but he is still getting some joy out of his life now and again.

My house is clean and I have clean clothes in my closets and leftovers for lunch tomorrow, and a bunch of my own roses in a vase. Someone even complimented my garden today, for all its overgrown nasturtiums & lantana & roses climbing over each other.

Now I might watch some more GBBO.

I did laundry including washing sheets, cleaned the bathroom, made chicken mole and froze a portion, and put together some picture frame mats.

I've got my bedroom windows open in the hope that my apartment will cool off since I need to get to bed soon. Maybe I'll have another cider first.

Sounds like a good night for both of you. And Consuela, I feel like that's what's supposed to be the point of hospice, to focus less on getting better and more the things that matter most