sort out my stuff

Gave away a bag of clothes to a friend today. She was happy to get them and I was happy to get rid of them. Smiles all round

Physically or metaphorically.

Well. Sorting out my physical stuff would probably make walking around the house somewhat easier and possibly less hazardous (those people that wait around shopping centres from the ‘have you had an accident you want to make a claim for?’ places that advertise on daytime tv have actually located their new office in my driveway.

I’m slovenly :(

Metaphorically -I have some stuff that could do with sorting. I decree this The Goal Of The Week.

Everything seems to have got in a state again. I went charity shopping the other day and there’s stuff everywhere. I seem to ahve forgotton that the general idea atm is to give away MY old stuff, not purchase OTHER PEOPLE’S.

I was just thinking how much I hate iPods. I feel like a slave to it. Always thinking about what new tunes to download, that niggling concern in the back of my head that I’ve lost it or one of the stupidly identical wires you can’t tell which is the charger and which is the USB when they’re tangled on the floor.

I’m in a quote-y mood this morning. The one to the right of me atm is quite lovely in its own way-

“Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of travelling.”
Margaret Lee Runback

Not really on the theme of sorting stuff out but it’s my post and what I say goes ok.

This I fear, will be my lifes work.