Second Verse, Same as the First...

Okay...here's the scenario:
A couple of years ago, Meg and I had the one-car garage in my tiny house transformed into a Grandma Room, in order to provide a bedroom for everyone who was living here then. The garage transformation was professionally done by a family member in the construction business out of the Greencastle area. (Megan and I re-did the other bedrooms with a lot of sweat equity and help from friends.) Everything that had been in the garage went to the patio to be sorted later. The walk-in closet that was built in the garage room became major storage for tools, sewing materials, radio crap, clothes, craft supplies, and other goodies too good to pitch. Then, every stinkin' thing in the house that had no other place to be got stashed in my hodge-podge garage bedroom. It is my bedroom/computer room/radio shack. I spend 90% of my at-home time in the room; HOWEVER, only my daughter, grandchildren, and a very short list of trusted friends have ever been allowed in there because I am STILL trying to find places for everything. In all this time, it has never been clean enough to show off. Seriously. I have worked on it, made headway, given up....worked on it, made headway, given up. You get the picture.

Well, in one week, my daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren will be here for a week for the holidays. My bedroom is the only room in the house with a double bed, so Megan and Denis will have to sleep there. That means--you guessed it--I have to have it cleaned up! Crunch time!

This morning, I launched again into a clean/sort/pitch campaign. Have worked all day on the room, dismantling plastic shelves that are just dust/junk collectors, going through stacks and stacks of unopened mail (ancient), attempting to simplify a very complicated place. What I have concluded from my labors is that there is way too much to do! My goal is to have the room DONE by bedtime on Sunday. We'll see!

What have I uncovered in my treasure-trove bedroom?

1. My car key with the automatic opener on it!!!!!! This has been missing for well over a month. I bought the silly opener deal to replace the previous one, to the tune of $72, and it killed me to have it lost. (Prompted me to have an extra key made...just to have a spare.) Where was it? Don't know how it got there, but it was in a box of toy junk from Robin's room that was somehow transplanted to mine. I picked up the box from the floor and put it on my bed...and managed to see the key amid the junk. Yay! The lost is found!

2. An unopened package of bottle rockets. Huh?? Don't ask... I have no idea where they came from or how they got there!

3. A lopsided elephant and a mermaid on a rock--both glazed clay projects that I did in junior high school. Can't exactly throw them out, now can I?

4. Literature for appliances bought LONG ago. One is for the silly microwave that I still use. The date on the manual is 1981. It's almost as old as my daughter!! Some of the manuals are for appliances I no longer have... One set is for the bicycles that I donated to my former son-in-law. I'll try to see that he gets those, even if he doesn't need them. I sure don't!

5. A Christmas stocking knitted for my ex-husband at his birth in 1945 (date knitted into it) left behind by my daughter. What am I supposed to do with that???? Suggestions?

I have seen more dust today than I care to. It's a wonder I can still breathe!

My daughter has been experiencing some nasty health problems due to an increased dosage of anti-depressant medications. She spent a few hours in an ER just after Thanksgiving with chest pain, irregular/rapid heartbeat, and elevated blood pressure. (She thought she was having a heart attack. Tests showed that she hadn't.) As a result, she dropped the meds, cold turkey, and that has created another set of symptoms due to withdrawal. She is still under a doctor's care, but the whole thing has frightened her. She has asked for prayer. If you are reading this and believe in the power of prayer, please send your pleas to the Amighty for her recovery. Even "helpful" drugs have side effects! I just want her home so mommy can take care of her! Just a few more days...