Dream

Last night I dreamed that my family showed up at my house at 1pm looking for Thanksgiving Dinner. I ran to the store, bought crummy (non organic mass farmed) turkeys, jammed butter under their skins and made yams from cans. I tried to wash my hands but I was out of soap. In my dream, my family thought the meal was good. This series of events is an impossibility in more ways than you’d ever imagine. I woke up sweating and upset.

Clutter and the Rule of Ten

Every day I throw away ten things. I know that sounds like a lot, but if you look at your home, really look at it, you’re bringing in more than than ten items a day. Some days I toss ten scraps from a handbag or ten bits from a junk drawer. Other days I’ll go through one of our closets and make a bag of ten items for a friend or a charity. I decided on ten because it’s a workable number. Some days I spend a few moments clearing …