It's all a blur. Weekend guests here for just one full day, barely enough for them to get settled before they had to leave again. One day to prepare the room for the next guests. The same night I started sorting through all the stuff in the dining room - stuff for year-end, stuff that didn't really have a place yet, stuff that will be used one day, just not in the near future. Some might call it clutter. With family coming the following weekend, I knew we'd need the table and vowed to get it cleared off - in an organized fashion so I wouldn't just be moving it from one place to the next. I mostly succeeded.
Then our overnight guests arrived, the day the water stopped flowing from the street. A half-full pool filled with leaves from the strong winds we'd had. A half-full pool with water that was murky due to the sand that came in the water supply from Cancun just before they shut us down. A pool we couldn't clean or fill up. A disappointment for our guests. But they enjoyed the bed and the breakfast even if they couldn't sit in the jacuzzi.
The guests forgot a t-shirt. I knew where they were staying, so after filling up the cart with gas, we stopped by and figured out which unit they were in and left the shirt lying on the patio table, secured by a conch shell.
Crunch time now. Family arriving Friday and Saturday and our closets and drawers are still stuffed with our clothes. We moved the dresser downstairs, and I began sorting through piles of clothes, deciding what still fits and looks decent, what still fits and might be worn for dirty chores, what still fits but is basically so horrible that it just needs to go into the garbage (i.e., the shorts with a hole in the back and worn out elastic that keep falling down - Trash!). Decent stuff that I like but know I am not going to wear go into a pile for donation. And then the pile of clothes we need to pack for our trip to Norway. Warm clothes that we'll never wear here and I have no idea where I'll put them when we get back. We don't have enough drawers to hold all our clothes downstairs, they sit in small piles in the bedroom waiting for me to figure out how we're going to organize. My daughter arrived on Friday night with a large duffle bag stuffed with my Canada clothes. I can't even bear to open the bag. Living in two countries I've basically got a double wardrobe, and now am trying to consolidate into just one. I have too much stuff, and too many clothes, and it takes time to go through it all and decide what I will use here and what I won't. We are buried in clothes!
It would be easier to just get rid of it all and start over, but the thrifty part of my personality says that money isn't growing on our trees outside, my job is not secure, and my clothes may need to last me for a few years. So if it fits and is useful, I should keep it. Those who know me know that I am not in the least concerned about whether it will be fashionable in a few years. That's one thing about living here and not going to an office for work - I can wear what I like, what feels comfortable, and not care in the least if it is an outdated look or not.
I simply do-not-care.