Mom’s “mess”

A dozen years ago, I moved from a small city in central Wisconsin to Madison. It was pretty clear I needed to be in Madison to be closer to my mom. And if it hadn’t been, the universe was quick to point it out.

Every time she moved to a smaller space, some of her stuff ended up in my small house. And there it still sits. I’ve been trying to work on the space for 30 minutes a day, but it’s cold and often depressing to be going through her things.

When I do get to working, I message my siblings to see if anyone wants whatever it is I have. Most of the time, the answer is no. Sometimes, though, especially with her cool artwork, they say yes. 

So I end up with boxes labeled by sib name. Sometimes I mail things, like to my brother, because I need to get things gone. Some of the things I just can’t touch, yet. My mom kept all the cards she received when my sister was killed. They were in a damp basement so they are musty. Even after all these years, I can’t quite throw them out.

I long to live a life of simplicity. I have my KonMari vision statement from years ago, but still have not followed the process. I want that life of a welcoming home, whenever it is safe to welcome people in again. And instead of a basement that’s some kind of museum to my ancestors, I want it to be a workout space, or something.

Building habits

Not sure how the rest of you felt when the Safer at Home plan went into effect. I had this fantasy of coming out of the work from home time with perfect skin, able to run a 5K in a reasonable time, and with all my home chores caught up.

It’s not exactly like that.

Instead of changing my life dramatically, I have four morning and four evening steps. Once those become habits, unshakable habits, I’ll add the other pieces in.

Oh, I’m still eating a sort-of Whole30 diet, but not 100 percent right now.

And I love my walks and bike rides. But I still haven’t finished the house chores. And that’s OK. Because my eight things are the foundation of the rest of my life.


Last night I went out with friends to #WisconsinBrewing. Although I was not drinking beer, I observed a few things. I brought my own water bottle, and asked the bartenders to fill it for me several times. Yes, I tipped them well and was happy to.

My companions were drinking beer. It’s a brewery, so in addition to fun 80s music, beer is kinda the point. I was amazed that you don’t get to refill your beer cup there. I think there must be some sanitation reason (the tap goes into the cup, right?) but the first step in Reduce, Reuse, Recycle is reduce. Could they use glass?

Let’s get on board with that one. Let’s tell breweries they need to figure out a way to make this work. Maybe they nesunset in a plastic beer glassed to understand that decisions like making more plastic cups have global consequences.