On Friday, I didn’t have a thing planned to do – which is a very rare day indeed. I could have biked, hiked, shopped, read, worked crossword puzzles (I’m about two weeks behind – I do the ones in The Detroit Free Press), or gotten a pedicure. All those options were open. I cleaned out closets instead.
My rationale was to be ahead of the game when our last week on the island rolled around (only five more weeks). If I already had things organized – what was staying, what was going – that last week wouldn’t be so panicky and hectic. My plan was to separate things into four categories: 1) Summer clothes that were staying here; 2) Summer clothes that were going south (I’ll still need those in October in Georgia); 3) Winter clothes that were staying here (heavy coats, snow pants); 4) Winter clothes that were going south (light jackets and blue jeans).
All this organization is because I got in trouble last year when we packed to go home. I left a lot of summer and winter clothes in Michigan, but I forgot what I left. When I packed to come up this year, I kept thinking, “Geez, I have nothing to pack! I have to buy new summer clothes!” Then, when we arrived and I opened my closet, it was already full of what? Summer clothes! So on Friday I got everything out of “my” closets and dresser drawers and put each item into a category. The summer things going home are now in a drawer upstairs where they can be taken out and packed without even thinking about it. Same with the winter things going home. Summer and winter clothes staying here have now been photographed. Next May, when I’m packing, all I have to do is call up these pics on the computer, and I will know what’s up here . . . . if I remember I took the photos! If all of this sounds a little too much like something Ted would do, what can I say? I’ve been living with the guy for 21 years now – his “ways” have to rub off on me every now and then!
I can’t tell you what a feeling of accomplishment I enjoyed at the end of the day – silly, I know.
Saturday dawned chilly. Ted was registered to walk in the 40th Annual Mackinac Island 8 Mile Run and Walk – the “walk” part. He’d been fighting a cold and sore throat for two days, and Saturday I woke up with what? A cold and sore throat. I tried to talk him out of going, but oh no! He was registered, he had his official t-shirt and number tag, and he was walking! Which meant I was walking too – down to Mission Point to be there, camera clicking, when he crossed both the starting and finish lines!
After we got home, Ted went upstairs to watch TV, and I crashed on the couch and slept for three hours. I woke up with a temp of 101.5. Yikes! I have loaded up on fever meds and am going to close this blog and go to bed. Jill sent four pics to me a few minutes ago, and I have to share them. Bless my blogging friends’ hearts – they always come through for me!
I’m off to bed. Please pray that whatever this mess is that I have is over fast. Jason and Blair arrive Thursday – so excited!!