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   I'm still working on cleaning the kitchen. It's going to take me a while. No, it's not that dirty; it's that disorganized.
  My home is very small and I am a wee bit of a hoarder and a cook, both of which require room for equipment. However, I am trying to get out of being a hoarder, of any sort at all.
  The thing is, a little hoarding actually makes sense, for safety's sake. It's good to have you freezer and shelves full of food as one can never be sure when a war will break out or a large group of relatives will pop by; sometimes, one cannot even be sure of the difference.
  However, I have a lot of clothes that I never wear. Sometimes, I never wear them because they do not fit me, but, I love them to pieces and would gladly wear them if I lose weight to the point of being able to.
  Sometimes, though, it is that I cannot find them in the mish-mash of other clothes; sometimes it is that I love the color or feel but hate the waistband; sometimes it is that I have nothing that goes with them. I could keep going, but, won't
  My point is that I have reasons, both positive and negative, for holding onto them. Yet, if my home is a mess and I can't find what I want or need, when I want or need it, those reasons are not good enough to keep them all. Some must go. How to determine which ones is the problem.
   Now, in the kitchen, I have already gotten rid of several plates and bowls. Really, I don't have that many pans and I have no baking sheet, at present.
   My main problem with the pans is that if I put them in the oven drawer, they get dripped on if I spill food. There are shelves to put them in, but, most kitchen cabinets are built inconveniently, wherein you have to reach deep inside and hope you find what you are looking for, somewhere out there in the darkness.
  I have knees that hurt, a problem with dizziness at times, and one hip jammed up to the nearest shoulder blade. Getting down to almost floor level and then bending and stretching further to reach into the unknown is not my idea of fun. That means a good whack of cabinet space is unusable for me and a good whack more is close to!
   If I had the money to totally revamp this house, I'd start by having all the cabinets yoinked out and being replaced by good, old fashioned sturdy wall mounted shelves with a slight lip to them to help things stay on.
  That way,I could see what I'm after and the whole space could be properly used. Might even be able to put a bigger sink in, that way.
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   Today, I told my friend, whom I call Augles, off good and proper. He never keeps his word and acts in an entirely hypocritical manner towards chickens. I'll miss him, but, I told him to come back when he's grown up, basically, and I think the world will end, before then. This is part of my cleaning house, so to speak. Enough about that, though.
   Last night, for dinner, we had that rice crap that I mixed up a couple of weeks ago and then froze. It was okay, but, not so okay that we ate enough to be satisfied. So, later on, we had a ham sandwich, each, with a few carrots, a few almonds and a few jalapeno stuffed olives. The bread was some whole grain bollio rolls, if I spelled that right, and there was honey mustard for another taste treat.
  Oh, and we had a Mound candy bar, each and then I had mostly some cinnamon bears and my sister had, mostly, some gummy worms.
  I've been out of control, in other words. I let myself get distracted. I feel no guilt, but, I do feel a need for more self control.
  This morning, for breakfast, I had two corn dogs and ate the rest of the lemon cookies in the house. So, no more temptation from them. I do still have some quick bread mixes to either eat or give away, though.
   Tried to do some belly dance exercises this morning, but, my hips were not wishing to move.
  I'm still recovering from my various milk-laden idiocies.