Daylight Standard Time in the US and Canada (I think) starts on the first Sunday of November, which is 2 November this year. I will have six clocks to change in the house and one clock in the vehicle to change. Three clocks will automatically move backwards. Every year everyone raises a hue and cry to end this practice, but no one wants to take the first step. Miss Kitty has an internal clock that never changes. I would think our falling back will put us more in line with her clock.
One of the notable aspects in attitudes toward possessions, from my family of origin, is being captive to things perceived as being "good quality." They came from more scarcity, so keeping and maintaining items of good quality really mattered.
"You can't give that away! That is real [high quality material]! How dare you move that along!"
I understand their objection. My counterpoint is that I refuse to be owned by my possessions! I am very clear on the relationship of who or what is being owned here. If I don't want it any more, have no need or space or preference any more, I do not need to be owned by the thing in question. I am not the possession of my possessions.
Made much easier as Mr Boogs is away hiking in the mountains of Majorca. He tends to slow the process down by deliberating over every piece of paper.
My strategy is - keep all tax, pay and pension stuff. Get rid of everything else six years old or more. I no longer shred as we have a wood burning stove, so it goes on there.
I stopped to chat to the lady who raises money for the local kids' football team by selling stuff outside her house on market days, and came away with three lovely little nesting boxes with woodland scenes on the lids. They will be Very Useful for rounding up all those little things that need to be in one place, and I can get rid of a couple of dented old sweet tins that I was previously using.
I actually remembered to take two items to the charity shop this morning and fortunately it was a day when they were accepting items. Every little helps - them and me.
Today I am doing a major clean of the refrigerator. Taking everything out and washing down the inside. I am sure I will find a few sauce bottles that need to be tossed. It is the day before my weekly shopping, so the timing seems appropriate.
I stopped to chat to the lady who raises money for the local kids' football team by selling stuff outside her house on market days, and came away with three lovely little nesting boxes with woodland scenes on the lids. They will be Very Useful for rounding up all those little things that need to be in one place, and I can get rid of a couple of dented old sweet tins that I was previously using.
That had me scratching my head, as a 'nesting box' might be a thing with a hole in the front for a family of blue tits. 'Woodland scenes' - must be high-end blue tits!
Originally posted by Nenya: Mr Nen keeps things because they "might come in for..." or "will be good for mucky jobs in the garage." It's very difficult for him to part with any.
The NE Man can get rid of clothes, but not shoes. Worn out shoes are kept to be used as "gardening shoes" in the event he ever takes up gardening.
@mark_in_manchester I can see the confusion, now that you've pointed it out! These were not nesting boxes for birds, but three boxes which fit one inside the other, like those Russian dolls.
Upthread we were talking about ovens and the cleaning thereof.
This afternoon the friendly engineer came round and replaced the element in our fan oven. When I apologised for the state of it he said, "Believe me, that's spotless compared to some I've seen." I told him I liked him a lot . I asked him about professional cleaners but he named a proprietary cleaner which I've used before and said that would be fine - the key is to leave it on for at least 6 hours.
In other news, the sorting of Mr Nen's paperwork progresses slowly; mine, not at all. There is currently Much Sawing going on in the loft... not sure what that's all about...
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"You can't give that away! That is real [high quality material]! How dare you move that along!"
I understand their objection. My counterpoint is that I refuse to be owned by my possessions! I am very clear on the relationship of who or what is being owned here. If I don't want it any more, have no need or space or preference any more, I do not need to be owned by the thing in question. I am not the possession of my possessions.
I have ordered curtains for my new spare room today, but am still waiting for family to help move furniture in.
Made much easier as Mr Boogs is away hiking in the mountains of Majorca. He tends to slow the process down by deliberating over every piece of paper.
My strategy is - keep all tax, pay and pension stuff. Get rid of everything else six years old or more. I no longer shred as we have a wood burning stove, so it goes on there.
That had me scratching my head, as a 'nesting box' might be a thing with a hole in the front for a family of blue tits. 'Woodland scenes' - must be high-end blue tits!
Mr Nen keeps things because they "might come in for..." or "will be good for mucky jobs in the garage." It's very difficult for him to part with any.
The NE Man can get rid of clothes, but not shoes. Worn out shoes are kept to be used as "gardening shoes" in the event he ever takes up gardening.
Our cottage is tiny so definitely needs to be clutter-free. When we moved here three years ago we agreed on a one-in-one-out policy.
I stick to it and pop anything he holds on to for no reason into his workshop. Then he can keep it there or not. 🙂
This afternoon the friendly engineer came round and replaced the element in our fan oven. When I apologised for the state of it he said, "Believe me, that's spotless compared to some I've seen." I told him I liked him a lot
In other news, the sorting of Mr Nen's paperwork progresses slowly; mine, not at all. There is currently Much Sawing going on in the loft... not sure what that's all about...