What I’d declutter, but it’s not mine

This is a light hearted post.

There’s a number of items in our home that I think are RIPE for selling or ‘sending to heaven’ (our household code for decluttering and often to whichever avenue I deem best).  That being said, they are not mine to decide upon.  So I let them continue to gather dust.

Here’s the photo essay:

I think this is a graphics card... or possibly a dust collector?
I think this is a graphics card… or possibly a dust collector?
Samsung tablet with keyboard, gather dust quite literally!  Since a iPad mini was won, this has been retired.
Samsung tablet with keyboard, gather dust quite literally! Since a iPad mini was won, this has been retired.
Not only is the printer int the cupboard, it has no driver to work on our computers.  Oh and it's actually the BF's old flatmates!?
Not only is the printer int the cupboard, it has no driver to work on our computers. Oh and it’s actually the BF’s old flatmates!?
The BF's recently retired iPhone.  Due to it's smashed screen, I wasn't keen to inherit it (like his iPhone 4 which finally met it death after 5 years!)
The BF’s recently retired iPhone. Due to it’s smashed screen, I wasn’t keen to inherit it (like his iPhone 4 which finally met it death after 5 years!)
Every house needs two vacuums right?  The Dyson is my choice, but the cleaner did say that neither are currently working the best due to blocked filters, so she must have tried this one too!
Every house needs two vacuums right? The Dyson is my choice, but the cleaner did say that neither are currently working the best due to blocked filters, so she must have tried this one too!
Simply - two mops.  Oh but why?
Simply – two mops. Oh but why?
These shoes are *cough* not my favourite, so the BF stopped wearing them.  But they lurk... They have no suitable replacement either
These shoes are *cough* not my favourite, so the BF stopped wearing them. But they lurk… They have no suitable replacement either
The BF has cool blue and lime runners, but these are kept 'Just In Case'
The BF has cool blue and lime runners, but these are kept ‘Just In Case’

It’s really not that many things, but I keep my hand off! Actually, I did ask about all the electronic things last weekend when the council did it’s biannual ‘E-waste’ day. All I ended up taking was obsolete cables, those approved for disposal 😉

Is there something you’d like to declutter from your home, but it’s not yours to decide?

Lessening the hoard of boxes

Lucinda recently set herself all sorts of rules to thin out her growing box collection. Taking her sterling lead, I decided I’d do the same:

The cupboard before
The cupboard before

I then went and got rid of anything too small I couldn’t see myself reusing it, or useless show box lids (their bottom halves being in use already), and wine boxes.  There are plenty more where the wine is, should i need them.  This is what I parted with:

To the recycling bin
To the recycling bin

And this is how I left the cupboard, just a little more organised:

After the cull
After the cull

Friendship

One of the topics to write about that’s been swirling around my head this week is friendship.

Just this past Friday, I called some of you my ‘blog friends’.  Which is true.  Friends that I do feel a level of guilt I have let my commitment to communicating with lapse.  But it’s not just you that I’ve left out in the cold.  I feel I’ve become more and more of a passive friend of late.

A passive friend keeps reading your blog posts, Facebook posts and photos.  They comment or like. But they give less and less of themselves.  Often, I’ve found it perplexing to be in a conversation where someone says ‘I know’ to much of my news, as they are such a great social media stalkers, and I’ve felt unbalanced in the conversation knowing they share precious little of their life.  I have to take the time to think of their interests, their family, the latest things they’d told me about their work, or their health or life.

I know my job has taken more and more of me in the past two years – now it’s my new normal to work from about 7am to at least 5pm and think of that as OK.  The effects of this are more widespread than friends though.  It means I crowd out time where I could exercise.  It means the bedtime is firmer than ever, knowing the long work days take enough out of me to not want to start behind the eight ball, yawning.

I rely on others to plan events, to have milestones like birthdays, house warmings and engagement parties, so that I can formally etch out some time in my calendar for them.  It seems very reactive.  At some stage, the laws of nature mean I should and must reciprocate.

This week, I’ve worked on being a better friend.  I volunteered to help a friend from church paint on our shared day off.  I took my day off to plan two gifts (one for a party that had passed) that suited the recipients and me.  I made advance plans to have coffee with a friend who lives mere streets away (!!) and loved the time we spent catching up.  I squeezed in parties that clashed on the one afternoon, by some act of genius time robbery.

I do wish at this point in the post I had a plan on how I was going to be a better friend.  But I just don’t!  I could list all the should’s: I should plan to see friends one on one, the way that works best for me. I shouldn’t let the state of my home take priority over people! I should make time for things I enjoy and include those I enjoy spending my time with.

Food for thought.

How do you keep your friendships healthy and happy?

Joy in the little things

Today, my training course meant I got home earlier than usual.

Lucky – the BF needed a shirt for a fancy work dinner (he’d worn a T shirt to work, like all cutting edge tech workers). After a little bit of a internal debate between walking, busing, driving or scooter-ing, I went for scootering.

I packed up library books to return, and three button down shirt options and off I went.

Scooting is great – with good skills, you can watch the traffic and change lanes as taxis inevitably stop every 50m! You can see a truck reversing into a driveway 100m ahead and change lanes to skip past the line of traffic and get back into the lane past him. You can SMELL life, the city, stores even! Someone was making a mean BBQ. You can see people.

I easily got to the BF’s office, and nabbed a park and nipped in. Then I jumped back on to get closer to my two errands: buying another iPhone charging cable and a pair of leggings from Lululemon. Getting another legal park took a few laps, with one way streets and lots of clearways (for vans, station wagons and utes only). Eventually, I found a tiny unsigned spot for bikes – it’s where the monorail pylons used to be. It’s a legacy parking space for motorcycles that the City of Sydney has let continue 😀

The Apple store was (predictably) packed. I enjoyed the sleek all glass stairs to the second floor, where I found the cable I needed hanging just out of reach. I got a novel out of my handbag and made it an extension of my hand, and flicked the one boxed cable I needed off it’s spindle. Success! (I was disappointed the black clad security guard has missed what was likely the most amusing thing he’d see that hour). I then found a grey clad employee, paid on their nifty phone, got an emailed reciept and popped the cable in my handbag (and wondering… if I’d skipped the first three steps and given jumping/book-arm-go-go-gadgeting hadn’t attracted the security staff, if putting it in my bag would have attracted their glance)

From there, I headed to Lululemon. Recently, I decided I shouldn’t persist with two pairs of cropped leggings I owned. One pair is getting worn thing, and I’m not sure destitute that the world needs to see my knickers nor my bare flesh. The navy pair seldom stayed hitched to hip height. Both were a cotton-y blend, and when running, don’t cut it. Why keep these two things that spark no joy, and often limited utility? To the bin/op shop. Lululemon sells the promise of perky butts and streamlined legs. And they do cool detailing in mesh. Alas, despite a cavalcade of perky ladies and pairs, I decided none offered the trifecta: cute butt, nice legs & mesh. I rejoiced that I hadn’t broken my ‘no new clothes’ pact for a second time this year with Lululemon.

With the evening ahead of me, and late night shopping, I wandered back to my sneaky scoot space via shops. I grabbed a sushi roll, and some warm caramalised cashews. Then I joined the bottleneck getting home.

There is NOTHING better than getting open road in front of you – and either side of you. Despite it being peak hour, and buses and taxis as far as the eye could see, I travelled blocks with open road. In no time, I was home.  Having planned the trip, I used the magic button to open the garage and put my scooter away, before returning our one remote to the car. Then I hung out the washing I’d put on two hours ago when I set out, and I thought, life is pretty darn awesome.