Independence Day

Playing my David Byrne, that song, and dancing in the kitchen while no one is watching.

It’s getting there. Three storage units now down to one.

(I had to make a very quick move from Illinois to Texas during early COVID, then two trips back to Illinois and back to Texas and then back to Illinois. So storage. Made sense at the time.)

The reducing is happening, and that is so freeing. Independence Day. Loads of donated furniture, to start, and my now donated vintage Miyata bike. That was not easy because I loved that bike, but it will be well used. Let it go. Independence Day.

My Mother’s helper and I recently pulled out of last storage unit, of all things, my “morning pages” going back to 1996. (An author, Julia Cameron, made the “morning pages” part of her gosh, I guess, system, and was pretty popular with creative types around that time, and my social networks were creative types, so it made sense.) The thing is. Old scribbles from one’s life decades ago. Keep those.

And from the last storage unit, box of boots. Lined up next to kitchen wall for cleaning. But keep those, just figure out boot polish, which seems a doable.

Holiday so different from when my son and I took blankets to Lady Bird Lake in Austin for fireworks. But still good.

Back to the file crates, freeing of stuff. (I found my Texas DBA and voter registration and mail change. Oh my.)

Clean up websites/blogs and book. Freedom from weight of knowing what has to be done, to doing it.

Get that fridge in order. Free of the old lettuce that seriously just needed to go. And the sushi that I did not eat. Got to go.

Walk in my lovely neighborhood this evening, tomorrow morning sunrise lap swim. Independence Day(s).