As the Crow Flies is a pretty common saying around here. We really just live a few miles from a state highway if you look at a map, but it’s about 15 miles driving distance.
A friend once hiked it as the crow flies on the recommendation of my daughter while looking for a lost dog. This was a bad idea for two reasons. My daughter is both direction and distance impaired on a major scale and cross-country involves two river crossings, wildlife fences, wildlife including snakes and wild hogs, and ranches with gun-loving owners. Luckily the friend looking for the dog has advanced military training, enjoyed seeing a zebra in real life and only suffered a spider bite.
Anyway, I’m using this phrase to refer to my decluttering journey. As the crow flies is a simple enough plan. Get rid of the stuff you don’t want or need, find a place for the stuff you keep and regularly pick up after yourself and clean afterwards. Simple, right?
Today, I’m in the master bedroom. After a fit of sneezing last night, I took a good look around the room. (No judgement right?) Piles of stuff, dog hair, dust, spider webs, a few dead June bugs, and more dust. I had considered this room fairly decluttered.
Found on top of the blanket trunk
- three comforters that are used when it’s cold around the house and by spontaneous over-night guests. It’s summer and we don’t have central air-conditioning right now. How many blankets do we need? More importantly, why didn’t whoever used the blankets fold them and put them up? Two comforters gone to the thrift store. But first, I have to wash and dry them – in the poverty washer. That’s more than a few miles or a few minutes. I also found two pillows that look pretty on the bed but we don’t actually sleep with. That’s why they are in the pile. Gone into the trash. I’m living in real life, not a magazine!
Found on top of the dresser
- a lot of pens which explains why I can never find one at the desk.
- Various earrings with no matches. Hmmm? Did I take my earrings off in two different places? In the jewelry organizer to try to match up. I need to re-evaluate what’s in there. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry.
- A phone charger that I moved to the drawer that holds electronic stuff – most of which I can’t identify. I need to ask one of the kid’s to figure out what’s good and what’s not.
- Stuff the kids made me that I don’t know what to do with. Obviously I’ve just been moving this stuff from one place to another to avoid making a decision. The easy answer is to keep the kids and get rid of the stuff. It’s not easy. I’ve started a plastic storage box labeled “treasures” and placed it in the new storage space.
- My missing hair brush, two pair of scissors, a Hercules hook, a pile of change and the change bank that I should be collecting it in, batteries, a Band-Aid (new, thank goodness), hair ties, two clean socks with no mates, expired coupons for free salads, and my missing bra
Under the bed
- a long-sleeved shirt that I bought for the winter never worn with tags (yes, months ago)
- 6 dirty socks. 3 of them belonging to my children and why are my children’s dirty socks under my bed? None of them have mates.
- two more phone chargers which explains why we can never find one. I guess I need to apologize to my kids for accusing them of stealing mine.
- coat hangers
- two food storage containers and a paper plate – all licked clean. That would be Matilda the Basset Hound and thief extraordinaire.
- three books that I’ve already read and thought went to the thrift store
Okay, not a lot gone unless you count the dog hair and dust: a couple of blankets, some jewelry, chewed up storage containers, 3 books and two pillows.
Total time is almost two hours. The room is clean and tidy. Some more stuff is gone. I’ll sleep better. This is not a journey as the crow flies. I’m definitely taking the long way ’round.