Cleaning frenzy

Somehow I seem to have accumulated an appalling number of T-shirts over the years. Never mind that some are older than my kids, badly faded, and in some cases moth-eaten. Never mind that most haven't been worn in years. They have sentimental value. (Sigh) I guess most of them will end up in boxes in the attic. Yeah, that's "boxes" -- probably about three file boxes worth.

The thing that triggered my cleaning frenzy was finding tools and small hardware scattered around by my bed because the Y.D. had gone looking for a drill in the little hardware tote on the shelf in my dresser. Never mind that it's never been there, and that the old Makita drill she found in the garage was there because it didn't work anymore, and that the new one is in plain sight in the office.

Meanwhile, almost two weeks after the repiping work started, I still don't have the walls all repainted. The living room is still full of boxes, and likely to remain so until well after Thanksgiving. Luckily we're not having guests, so we don't have to have the house looking anywhere near picked up. Just as well.