Confession: I don’t think I should say this blog is about purging anymore. Although. . .
Tim and I talked about purging yesterday. It didn’t go well. More in a bit.
The last four days were what I consider ‘good’ days. The weather was decent; I got some great walks in (Tim even came with me once).
We took some dance lessons on Friday night. Learned the two-step, which I pretty much knew how to do, but they taught us how to twirl and do the cuddle. We need more practice, but we had fun and met some nice people.
Saturday was an incredibly lazy day. The most I did was make this weight watchers loaded cauliflower bake. We visited with some friends in the evening and I wanted to give this recipe a try. It was actually very good. Lo-carb and (fairly) lo-cal. The important thing is it had cheese and bacon in it.
Sunday, I spent the morning on the phone. Easy to do when you have seven siblings. Then Tim and I indulged ourselves and went to Cora’s for brunch.
I never used to be a Cora’s fan, but I tell you, I sure am now.
After our leisurely brunch – where the subject of purging raised its ugly head – we went for a long walk in the cold, but very sunny afternoon. Lovely.
So now about the purging.
And it occurs to me that I have discovered another way that I am actively purging, but I’ll get to that after this.
While we were waiting for our meals at Cora’s we began discussing the future. As in three years from now when Tim retires again.
One of our main plans is to have our house completely retirement ready. All repairs and reno’s done so that we don’t have to spend our time, energy and limited income on doing them when we have nothing but time on our hands.
To do that we have to really clean house. Tim and I have VERY different ideas about what that means.
I would like to get one of those rent-a-dumpsters and just go to town.
Tim is all for saving every thing. He considers all the stuff we’ve accumulated over 39 years together as’ history’.
You see the problem.
The more we (I) talked the more agitated he got. Finally, it got to the point where he told me he wasn’t going to talk about it anymore. Which annoyed the crap out of me. So I asked him what could we talk about. Nothing, he said. So, what, we’re just going to sit here staring at one another? I asked. I guess, he said.
So that’s what I did. I made my eyes as big as I could and I stared right at him. He was studiously ignoring me, but he finally had to look in my direction. The second his eyes caught mine he started to laugh. You’re such a jerk, he said.
After that we had a great time. However, I wisely left the subject of purging alone.
Now, the way in which I am actively doing some purging is while I’m walking. I get so tired of seeing garbage on the street and walkways and I always complain about it. Last week I decided to stop complaining. Instead, I pick it up.
Fort McMurray is a wonderful town for having an abundance of garbage cans and receptacles on its streets. And for the most part its citizens are very good about using them. Still, there is always some garbage littering the ground. Generally, it’s plastic stuff. Stuff that won’t break down or biodegrade.
It’s such an easy thing to do to bend down and pick it up and carry it the few feet to the next garbage can.
There you have it. It won’t save the world, but it’ll keep a little more waste out of the river and the trees and maybe it’ll save a bird or a fish.
Gotta love the urge to purge.