It’s Andy’s “Treat Time”! Hey, Andy! Come get your treats!

~  nom! nom! nom! ~

Let me get that “Andy leaves the auditorium” shot before you go, Andrew! 

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I got a very late start this morning. It is rare that I haven’t put together one or more posts before the day they show up in your feed, but it happens. Anyway, Andy and I are “here” (alive; above ground; warm; not dead yet; amongst you still), though Andy wasn’t happy I pointed the camera directly at him for the establishing shot, below:

The little rascal blinked in time for the shot, a residual behavior going back to when my little Nikon digital camera blinded him with a flash. Too bad, though, because I like to have at least one decent photo of my kitty boy in each post!

The smartphone camera function can flash, as Andy suspects, but there are enough lighting and editing features on the newer technology to take care of most photo editing issues.

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My apartment cleaning continues, though a full dumpster stalled progress for the past few days. No point in creating bags of crap that have to sit around till the dumpster is emptied today. (There is a half-dumpster load waiting to be taken out now!) When I started this clearing out last January, I thought I’d be done a long time ago, but I hadn’t counted on obstructive heart disease and a hospitalization wiping me out for a time.

After release from the hospital in April, I began a life of fighting oxygen cannulas and tripping over the oxygen line, which (to top it off) always got tangled on things in the apartment and my walker. You’ve never heard such strings of vulgarities in your life as those uttered from my mouth. (No, my mother never heard me say such things!)

With the new obstacles to continuing the decluttering of the apartment, I thought I’d have to hire a cleaner, so put things off till I realized I could work smarter and get the task done by myself. Yes, it is possible to vacuum sitting on a walker! Or clean up clutter. Or move trash bags to the door and toss them out to the back of my car, parked on the grass by the front door. The trick of using smaller trash bags, lighter loads, proved to be a great one, making this a much more viable option. 

The kitchen is largely decluttered and organized now; the north bathroom and south guest bedroom and bathroom are reasonably decluttered, with some touch up to do; the front room is my current project since most of the decluttering is on the computer desk and by my glide rocker – minor pickup and sort work; the dining room table and the wall behind it is a mess that might take a bit more time to do because stuff there probably will have to be trashed or put away in different places; my bedroom will be last, I think. It used to be where I “hid” things when company came and I didn’t have other places sorted out then. Some obsolete electronics, for example, are there, waiting for me to believe there is no point keeping them! 

It sounds like a lot left to do and it is. I am comfortable, though, knowing that I’ve worked out the way to do it so I don’t leave a mess for someone else to do after I die or am moved to a care center. Have to be realistic about these sorts of things!

Andy says it’s time to stop writing about it and time to start cleaning and sorting!