It's been a nice spring break week off despite blizzards and such. I've gotten caught up on a few things and have just enjoyed the time off. On the last day of school before spring break began, Meego texted me:
- Meego: [band director] wants me to be in the orchestra for the school play
- Me; okay
- Meego: He wants me to play the upright bass
- Me: fine
- Meego: He wants me to bring the bass home and practice over spring break
- Me: I don't think it will fit in the Echo
- Meego: And I have to bring my baritione and electric bass home too.
- Me: HA! Good luck with that!
Undeterred, he strangely assumed I was joking and would help him get all that instrumentation from school to home somehow. *sigh* Fine
That was a joke. Well, he's practiced a little.
And it's back-to-school tomorrow. The van is currently somewhat buried in a snowdrift. I really don't feel like digging it out and am counting on the Easter sunshine to do the job.
this book and am looking forward to life-changing magic.
I've mentioned here before how I'm a minimalist and hate clutter. When I first heard of this book, I thought, "good for her", but it would just be preaching to the choir as far as I was concerned. But I picked it up from the library (minimalist book ownership!) and have been enjoying it.
From the reviews I've read, it seems that readers either love it or hate it. And I understand where the haters are coming from. "Thanking" our possessions before we chuck them to the trash? Finding the "sweet spot" of just how our clothes "want" to be folded? Discarding anything that doesn't "spark joy" when we touch it?
I admit that I think there is something to this, however. Clutter makes me feel drained of energy. Certain outfits make me feel enlivened while others don't. I similarly believe there is something to feng shui, but haven't studied that either.
And I've been sharing what I've learned with Magnum, which prompted a bit of tidying on his part. I told him about the whole "sparking joy" thing. He feared that he would end up naked if he went through his clothes and discarded everything that didn't spark joy. But, he tried it out anyway, which resulted in throwing stuff out he didn't even remember having and finding apparently joy-sparking things he'd likewise forgotten about.
So, let the life-changing magic begin. And the upright bass goes back to school tomorrow. We might need a bit of magic to make that happen.