May. 28, 2018

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This is the hard part. For those of you imagining that Paula is sitting around eating Bon bons and watching soaps since retirement, think again. ( Are there soaps anymore? What's a Bon bon?)

We are playing a game called "One Less Thing". This game should be an Olympic sport. A person should train for at least a year for this. 

This game involves taking the contents of a house and reducing it to two bins that can go to the boat, and two bins that we can keep. Meanwhile, getting the house ready for the new tenant as well.

And since that silly sailboat thing has taken all our extra time, money and energy for the last year and a half..let's suffice it to say there is more to do here than there should be.

For those of you that have already completed this gauntlet, and are happily floating right now, Bless you. You are my inspiration and my hope.

Each time we throw away, give away. or sell an item from our stuff, we say. "One less thing" .

Each time a task is completed:

Utility cutoff arranged

Bank accounts consolidated

Lease signed

Recycling dropped off

New faucet installed

New light fixture installed

Flower beds weeded and mulched

closet empied

drawers emptied

Oven cleaned

Refrigerator cleaned

One Less, one Less, one less thing.

And the contents of the pantry and fridge. Each thing that gets emptied is One Less Thing. I refuse to buy groceries so our meals consist of what we have on hand. Good practise for galley cooking!

Some big tasks take 5 minutes and some small tasks take a whole morning or afternoon. For instance, anything having to do with a bank.

And then, here comes Alberto, adding a weather degree of difficulty that I hope the judges take into account when awarding my medal.

Yard sales are not my cup of tea. They do tend to bring out the crazies. ( but that's the topic of my next blog) 

But we slog through two weekends of selling our stuff-around and in between rainstorms, and today is finally, the last day. 

Over the next 4 days the "One more thing" anthem will rise to a chorus, and  reach a crescendo.  You may be able to hear it from where you are.

But on Thursday night when we hand the keys over to our clean and mostly empty home, we will say "One less thing" 

.....One last time.

You can keep the gold medal. We will be sailing.