in my dream that is.  I don’t remember my dreams much these days but just occasionally its too  vivid not to forget.  This morning was one of them, although I don’t remember any of the details.  All I remember is knowing a tornado was going to hit as I watched the clouds and I dashed around looking for everyone to warn them.  Then everything was whirling around like the devil but strangely I wasn’t panicking or afraid, just calm, watching as everything disintegrated around me.

Obviously, this dream is a reflection of my state of mind at the moment and I was thinking about that as I did my bedroom today.  Everything is getting on my nerves at the moment, to be honest. ” Wow – you have people and dogs the be angry at -” as MC commented yesterday.  I am not angry, just frustrated.

Decluttering my house, is my objective at the moment, as everywhere I turn there is clutter!  Some people can collect things, hang them on the wall, put them on sideboards etc etc.  We just collect CLUTTER!  I think that is the reason I didn’t really buy anything in Scotland last week, just a wooden duck called Angus and a print on Arran, because although I like a lot of things, I don’t have the design gene to make it look good. Add to the clutter, just plain laziness in not picking up things behind you and it quickly just degenerates into a mess. 

I realise that I must be in a moment of change as mess as a rule doesn’t bother me.  I have lived with chaos for the whole of my married life, never being a person who likes housework, much to chagrin of Gordon I suspect. 

Anyway, it seems nothing is making me happy at the moment, I look at the garden and its a mess.  I refuse to have anything to do with it (condition of buying the house, the garden was Gordon’s domain, too hot to garden over here!)  I have offered to get someone in to it but no, he will do it.  To give him his due, he is out there every day, watering, spraying or something but it just too big for one person.

I look at the patio, we did it our selves and its a mess to be honest, hideous! Again the answer is ‘we will do ourselves” (despite making a mess of it the first time).

I look at the living room, the only effort that has been made has been the walls, I painted them a few years ago.  Actually didn’t do too bad a job but it needs doing again. No, because Gordon wants to put up some coving, when he is not doing the garden or the patio .

Cannot get though the garage at the moment, as Gordon in one of his Mr DIY moods, went out and bought a whole lot of wood to make storage for all the clutter.  Of course to make the storage, you need to make space so one weekend he rearranged the garage.  Its even worse than it was before.

You know the worse thing, we actually have bits of wood, piping, etc in the garage from our move from Scotland because Gordon thought we might have use for it one day.  In fact, when I think about it, we actually have a cast metal Victorian (original) fireplace rusting away ….just in case we might use it!  We actually shipped all this junk with us…thousands of miles for it to lie wasting away in a Texas garage!

So basically, anything that needs to be done, doesn’t get done because Mr DIY not, doesn’t want to pay to do it.  grrrrr…

Oh Well, poor Gordon’s ears must be burning up by now.  However, if he wasn’t  like that, would I love him so much, probably!

Gordon and his Dad

Better finish now and hope I am in a better mood soon.  Put it down to jet lag and homesickness.