my heart almost stopped a few minutes ago.
i idly looked out the kitchen window over towards the workshop....it's about thirty/forty metres away....to see what my husband was so busy doing in the drizzling rain.
and he is cleaning up the workshop entrance!
this area has a big deep verandah roof over it, and is in the lee of the building, so tended to collect gardening/mechanical /handyman debris like you would NOT believe.
you need a certain amount of stuff to create and maintain a 5 acre property, lawnmowers and tools and things like huge bags of horse poo and gravel and dirt and weed matting and and and.
this stuff is absolutely not my domain and over a few years it has grown into a huge knotted ball of greasy dirty dusty rodent-chewed rubbish that made me slightly depressed every time i waded through it into my lovely workshop. which is several times a day.
i would have done it myself, but i honestly don't even know what half the stuff is or how useful/valuable it is.
i have been lightly nagging/begging about it for a while. just mentioning it now and then.
well holy moly, something has made him see the light and the difference ALREADY from all this distance is palpable.
he came over for coffee and i said, soooooo, what's going on over there?
he said, well i am tossing all the junk, and donating stuff i haven't used in 12 months, and sorting out, and cleaning the rest of it.
he HAS been paying attention!
we high fived each other, i kissed him, and sent him back out there to finish it.
i cannot tell you what a huge difference it will make to my psyche, just this one thing.
