Knock on wood. . .

[doodlemaier]

I asked the universe for help and it's responded. But yet again, the response is in the form of a question:

"I'm gonna provide you with exactly what you need to help you solve your problem. What I want to know is, are you mature enough to overcome your own prejudices enough to recognize the possibilty and accept it for what it might be rather than what you expect it should be?"

I'm reminded of this as Mr. P and I were re-ordering Scott's room last night.

For as long as we deny responsibility for our shortcomings and blame the adversity we experience in life on sources outside of ourselves we will remain subject to them and powerless to initiate any control in changing them.

My unkempt surroundings make me feel powerless.

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When the sun's out make hay

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The boo is part of the unkempt-ness, too; in fact, it's a rather public part of it. It requires a far more time and energy intensive effort that I can only do on days with fairly decent weather.

For the inside, we need a staging area (which we now have - thanks to Mr. P's effort) and we need to get rid of a lot of stuff, which means we need to take stock of what's there, what stays and what goes - and decide where it goes. Rent storage? organize a yard sale? What can I make an executive decision on and just throw out? Plus, the skinny little window of time that Scotty's vacation is affording us is precious in that we don't have to worry about him fillng our staging area with more junk right behind us (watch to see how many hours that takes - your head will spin!). It should be as simple as "a place for everytihng and everything in its place." Unfortunatley it's not, whereas the bamboo formula is

grow = chop
(repeat as necessary)