Cleaning for Spring

While I'm working on the emergency pantry, my day job, my regular housework, etc. I'm also spring cleaning as I go along. Part of reorganizing the emergency pantry was cleaning off the shelves in my laundry room directly opposite it, which I did to get rid of some old cleaners we don't use anymore and clear the top shelf for our non-food emergency supplies. You can see I had enough room leftover to store some empty gallon jugs for emergency water storage.

Today I'm planning to spring clean the downstairs guest room; I keep that ready for hurricane season, in case our nephew and grandniece need to come and stay with us. I keep it tidy year-round and we never use it, so it won't take long. I just change the sheets on the bed, dust and vaccuum. If I have enough time I might finish tidying up my office after that. Then there are all the closets, which have gotten messy and overpacked again.

Experience in years past has taught me to tackle little jobs first during spring one at a time to work up to the bigger, more complicated jobs. I've been working on an entire room filled with piles of stuff, one pile at a time. I'll show you before and after pics of that one when I finish.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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