Falling from the sky

In my usual aim-low kinda way I have started cleaning the house.
Starting with the second smallest room in the house.

I just gotta keep chipping away at it. If I do something every day,....
I am hoping at the end of our stay, it will be a fairly easy exit. A quick once over, and we will be done. Fingers crossed.

I have a mini internal celebration with every trip to the bin. A slightly bigger one with every trip to the recycle bin. A mild berration with every trip to the procrastination pile.

My piles are out of proportion. The 'yes' pile is small. The 'no' pile is smaller. The 'maybe' pile or 'procrastination' pile, as I like to call it, is freaking huge! It takes up the best part of a whole room. And lately I have found myself actually retrieving things from it. I guess that is a decision and cant be snuffed at, but really I am trying very hard to eliminate stuff. And then I just keep bringing it back. Gawd! We have a trailer now but really, it was only fitting the bare minimum of the 'yes' pile. The procrastination pile really has no place.

Now our van (long wheel base with precious packing area under the bed) has got a cracked head. Hmmmm. Now what?! Well we get  one chance at some sort of goo filler stuff that you chuck in, run it hot, let it cool and pray to gawd that it fills the hole, or holes or what ever! We are kinda counting on this. Cant afford a new car, running out of time, need the space.
Well we have the trailer, but short of a donkey, it wont do us much good without a van to pull it.

I gotta count on the general trend of good fortune or things falling out of the sky. But if a van falls out of the sky, if I dont dodge it, it wont be so fortunate.

Life has been amazing, so I am glad I am writing this down. I hope in one of the next instalments I have some sort of amazing news.
Everything crossed now.
Stand by