Diary of a Demented Hoarder

June 16, 2013 in General

 

Day 1

I can’t wait to move into my new house! It is cosy and compact , a love nest for Hubby and I. It will be so easy to clean and will be light and airy because I won’t have to keep half the doors closed. This house is just a dump and even a facelift won’t make any difference. She has wrinkles upon wrinkles. Let’s get started – only 15 years of junk to sort out!

Day 2

Cleaned out the laundry. A breeze getting rid of all the old clothes from my customized drawers. I’m not much for ironing, so most of our clothes end up in the laundry. Our wardrobe is way too small for our clothes anyway. Hubby carts it away to the Salvation Army who is always so thankful, it warms my heart. They don’t mind if it’s ironed or not!

Day 3

I’m tackling the scullery and the kitchen today, no problemo. I seem to have an awful lot of containers for someone who normally sticks to cardboard, plastic and tin. Nine containers in all. Three sunny yellow Tupperware ones that my mom gave me for a wedding present – should they stay or should they go? A set of four beautiful see-through containers with wooden clip on lids, ideal for pasta and grains.Unused with the very expensive price tags still on the bottom. Maybe Hubby tried to rehabilitate me? Two plastic no name ones – supposed to be for cereal. What’s wrong with a box? After sticking a photo on Facebook, I get some response from interested parties. The clutter on my kitchen counter is ok, I have so much space. I shall just have to wait until they collect.

Day 4

The sideboard is on my agenda today. I haven’t touched the drawers in ten years but it shouldn’t be a problem. The sideboard drawers contain my filing system, my photo’s, birthday cards, anniversary cards, stamps torn from letters etc etc. I’ll just stick these recipes with the others in my kitchen cupboard. Another few won’t make a difference to the zillions that I never did get around to scanning into my computer. Thank God, these newspaper cuttings are ten years old, so I’ll just put them in a black bag. Oh shucks! Thought that I scanned all the photo’s of the kids into my computer in those two months. These are in the wrong drawer. Ag, I’ll just stick them on Facebook. Aaaww! My baby. I wondered where this one was – the only photo I have of myself and my favorite border collie who passed on to greener pastures ten years ago.I look so young! This is too depressing; I’ll carry on tomorrow.

Day 5

Not looking forward to the rest of the sideboard. For some reason it ended up as my personal space, along with the linen cupboard.
I shall have to get another box for all these cards – the one in the top of my wardrobe is full. I can’t possibly throw them away – they are all from Nicola, all the way from London. We really missed her for those six years and these are mother’s and father’s day cards, birthday cards and Christmas cards. They all have one thing in common: telling us what great parents we are and how much she misses us. Ok, drawers done.Thankfully I have already cleared out my collection of coffee mugs from the cupboard part to the kitchen. What am I going to do with this tarnished teapot, sugar bowl and milk jug? My grandmother bought it from the Elite cafe in Paarl when they closed. I don’t have time to clean silverware but these are antiques, for goodness sake.

Day 6

Crawling out of bed, really don’t feel like it today. Man or woman wasn’t meant for this. Feel like I haven’t seen the light of day for eons. I HAVE to do the linen cupboard today, time is getting short. This is an exceptionally large linen cupboard of which only one of the four shelves is actually used for linen. I’ll start with the bottom shelf. Oh, I have forgotten about these! The harp that Neil made in Std 4 – so sweet and it still works. And here is the plate that Nicola decorated and the paper mache cup that she made in Std 3. And what’s this? Neil’s fire engine and the pull-along one that he inherited from my brother. Maybe I should keep it for my grandson?
Eighteen gift bags, four gift boxes, ten rolls of gift wrap, five different shades of tissue paper and a huge collection of ribbons of every hue and color. I know that ” being prepared” is my middle name, but hey! these days we mostly give gift vouchers.
Really love my games, but three Trivial Pursuits and two pocket editions ? Jeez ! SO depressing – shall have to have extra cupboards installed at our new house.

Day 7

Not getting out of bed today. Do we really have to move to a poky townhouse ? Our house is so beautiful and roomy. Think I’ll just stay here with my memories.

My Gebed Vir 2013

December 30, 2012 in "Briewe aan Doreen", Afrikaans

Genadiglik verby die jingle bells en die ho ho ho…
soms moeilik om die geboorte van die Christuskind te onthou.

Nou by nuwe voornemens en hêppie new year…so banaal.
Mag die nuwe jaar geloof, hoop en liefde uitstraal : 

GELOOF dat dit met ons goed sal gaan
in 2013 se wentelbaan …

dat ons krag sal ontvang vir elke dag
en nog tyd het vir hartlik lag …

dat ware HOOP ons harte sal verlig
sodat ons in LIEFDE ons dagtaak kan verrig.

Amen.

So tussen Province,Waterpille en WP…

November 4, 2012 in "Briewe aan Doreen", Afrikaans

… is ek hopeloos deurmekaar. Province vat darem nog die koek want hulle het tenminste die Kerriebeker gewen. My vriendin Dee noem haar waterpil WP – ek was heeltemal ok met twee WP’s in my woordeskat maar toe kom daar die derde een by – WordPress ! #*#*#* 


Ek blog nou al ‘n jaar en het myself al ‘n paar keer op die skouer geklop vir my pogings :-) Het ‘n nuwe laptop – ‘n Mac – en ‘n blogplatform terselfder tyd onder die knie gekry. En ek sê dit nie om te brag nie, maar in totale verwondering! Veral die Mac – ek het nie eers die basiese van PC’s geweet nie en manlief ( wat ‘n geswore PC-man is) kon my ook nie veel help nie. Ek dink dat wat ek nou eintlik wil sê is dat ek nie een is wat gou tou-op gooi nie – ek is bereid om die ure in te sit. Maar ai!!! 

Vandat ek by WordPress #*#*#* is, is daar erg teen my sin nuwe woorde by by my woordeskat gevoeg – oa die F-woord en die S-woord. :-) Sal maar soos Dee “Engelse hemp” sê. Die ander nuwe woorde is ” plug-in, widget, Akismet en Captcha.” Sien een van my vriende het ontslae geraak van Captcha – sal graag wil weet HOE. Soos ek dit verstaan is Akismet die ding wat die spam keer – wat’s verkeerd met spam ? Ek het dit sommer net gedelete op my vorige blog. Tenminste dink jy dan vir ‘n oomblik dat iemand jou blog gelees het! :-) Akismet vra gedurig vir die API key en wanneer jy dan ondersoek instel, vind jy dit sal jou tenminste 50 dollar kos – gee nie om om te betaal nie – LOL as ek net geweet het waarvoor! 

Terwyl my man en seun heerlik die Grand Prix gekyk het, het ek gesit en SWOEG. Het twee plug-ins afgelaai en al wat ek kan wys vir my moeite is ‘n ikoon? wat my blad ontsier en waarvan ek nie ontslae kan raak nie. Dit sê ” blocked plug-in” en wanneer ek daarop kliek herinner dit my om my ” flash player ” op te gradeer. Het dit gedoen, maar was ? blykbaar te laat. :-) Het toe maar opgegee op die “widgets” ook. 

Voel nou heel van my trollie af  - onderstaande prentjie sê dit goed – KYK DAAR IS ‘N EEKHORINKIE !!!!! 

The Most Beautiful Sight in the World

November 2, 2012 in " Letters to Doreen"

For a mother the best thing in the world is to see her kids happy. Probably ( most likely) even more important than being happy herself. That is not something that you understand before being a mother. I am so thankful for the God-given privilege of being a woman and I know that that bond that women share, will be even stronger with my daughter once she is a mother herself. 


I know that daughters probably often feel that their mothers favour their sons. Maybe that is so – but I now know that it is because we know ( instinctively)  that our sons are lent to us for such a very short time before they have to go out in the world and make their own way. Which is as it should be. But daughters are in it for the long haul. 

My daughter and her husband have been waiting for this little tyke for a while. What do they say? Third time lucky? This baby is expected with much love and joy – that ought to do the trick. :-) And isn’t it just the most beautiful sight in the world?  

My grandson

 

Nie Vir Sensitiewe Lesers Nie

October 22, 2012 in " Letters to Doreen"

Het vanaand in my ou matriek jaarblad rondgegrawe opsoek na foto’s toe ek op die volgende stuk afkom wat ek geskryf het. Het toe nog niks van verpleging geweet nie – dit sou ek eers in die volgende jaar leer. Die produk van ‘n vrugbare verbeelding of profetiese woorde?  Eintlik “scary”. Ek dink dat ek dalk toe beter geskryf het as nou :-)

” Slowly, slowly, like a drowning man coming up from the murky black depths, he fights his way back to consciousness. The dark cloud lifts momentarily and for a moment his eyes comprehend the sterilised whiteness of the hospital ward. Consciousness slips away, then returns once more with startling clarity and with it, the PAIN! At first it is just a niggling feeling like a mouse delicately nibbling at a choice titbit, then slowly it spreads, it engulfs, envelops, its agonising grip never slackening. Tense nerves struggle in vain to conquer the Monster, hands grip the bed, painfilled eyes stare dully. Suddenly the pain eases, the tense muscles slowly relax, the hands unclench. But there it is again! Once more the helpless body is gathered up, smothered, absorbed by the pain, then cast aside like a limp rag as the man loses the battle and slips into oblivion. “


A Day on the Town

September 22, 2012 in " Letters to Doreen", The Elderly

To my friend Dee

Took my 84 year old friend, Dee, out on the town today. Hubby away at the airshow until tomorrow. Not going to say what we did…her kids might see. Our kids sometimes forget that we are still YOUNG at heart! I made this pic to commemorate the day.  We had so much fun, I am STILL smiling. :-)

A picture that says a thousand words!

September 21, 2012 in " Letters to Doreen", The Elderly

I am not going to write much here. Ran across this picture that says it all! I love working in the retirement village as a nursing sister cum social worker. I don’t really have the right words to express myself here – it’s going to come out wrong. I don’t have many talents – not really intellectual or practical or creative.  My friend Doreen, to whom I have been writing many ” letters” over the past year, is the creative one. But if I have a teeny tiny talent, it is that I can see the person within. Maybe that only goes for the elderly for whom I have an extremely soft spot ( read heart ) Not getting sentimental here!

Look within

 

Dog Therapy

September 16, 2012 in Dog Therapy

Why Pets as Therapy?

 
“The objective of PAT is to bring company, comfort, stress relief, and joy to those either living temporarily or permanently in special care facilities, special needs schools, group homes, long term care facilities, nursing homes, hospitals, hospices, schools and a variety of other venues.

It has been known for years that pets can be good for health and well-being. There is a wealth of scientific evidence that interaction with an animal can have therapeutic benefits – psychologically and physically. Visiting animals can help alleviate loneliness, anxiety, depression, provide a distraction from pain or be a welcome change from institutional routine.”

Troy

Monty

Just doing my bit for something that I passionately believe in. Troy and Monty are just two of the very special members of PAT – “Pets as Therapy” Their owners believe in giving back to the community, providing solace to the young, the elderly, the terminally ill and those with learning disabilities.

Providing a bit of fun to those in the spinal unit

Jethro- a firm favourite with a resident at the Helen Keller Institute

Sunet and Leila visiting residents at Green Pastures in Durbanville

The kiddies with Down's Syndrome enjoy a doggy visit!

In 2011 one of the residents at the retirement village where I work as a nursing sister/ social worker was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. An operation delayed the inevitable but even with chemo the prognosis was dire. She decided against chemo and I was left with no options except to lend an ear. Her love of dogs shone through every conversation and I knew that I would have to pull out all the stops to provide her with some comfort in her last months. There were no dogs at the retirement village at that time, so I begged a local dog trainer who has seven dogs of her own to help. Being a doggy person, she agreed and brought her poodle, Franki, for walking sessions with – shall we just call her” I “? I had to ask permission in writing from the body corporate for this favour and ran into flack from some of the residents.  Eventually a new resident moved in – she had a tiny Toy Pom named Mietsie and she agreed to lend her to I . 

"I" while she was still reasonably well

I shall never forget that first session with Franki – “I ” couldn’t get enough of him and hugged his trainer and me at the end of it. We all had tears in our eyes.  ”I” hung on through faith and determination for eight months- during that time Mietsie provided more comfort than myself and family members. Mietsie’s owner ( a very special person) allowed the dog to stay with “I” when she went out and even for weekends. No doggy was ever better treated – “I” walked her twice daily while she was still able, washed and brushed her and fed her tasty tit bits. I would like to believe that “I” only spent about a month, on and off, in hospital during the whole of her illness because of Mietsie.

"I" and Mietsie

So…if you feel that you can make a difference and have a dog with the right temperament – join PAT . If you don’t have the right dog, you can become a friend of PAT and help through fundraising etc. They have a web site with a link where you can donate on line if you feel it in your heart to do so. 
 

Mad 4 Cats

September 2, 2012 in Mad 4 Cats Photo's

On a theme here! You are a true cat lover if:

 Your friends go to exotic locations and all they bring you back are plaques or coffee mugs saying – a cat lover lives here or  mad for cats or I’m a cat lover, I like being ignored.
Serreptitiously hidden amongst your CD collection is a CD entitled ” Irish drinking songs for cat lovers ” LOL So true, though I haven’t sunk to that level  yet.
You know random quotes about cats and sprout them whenever you have a chance:
“A cat allows you to sleep on the bed. On the edge”.- Jenny de Vries
“A cat, the only self-cleaning appliance in the house.”
“A true cat lover cradles a new kitten and knows that nine lives will never be nearly enough.”
“An ordinary cat can make an ordinary life extraordinary.”
“Cats leave paw prints on your heart.”
“There is no such thing as just a cat ” Robert A. Heinlein
You know all the names of famous cat lovers and if possible, their cats:
Sir Winston Churchill’s favourite cat was named Jock. He slept on his bed, shared his dining table and attended numerous war-time Cabinet meetings. Jock was said to have been with his master when he died. Churchill also had a cat, Nelson, named after the famous British admiral.
Albert Einstein kept a tomcat named Tiger who tended to get depressed whenever it rained. Einstein was also quoted as saying: ” A man has to work so hard so that something of his personality stays alive. A tomcat has it so easy, he has only to spray and his presence is there for years on rainy days.”
John Lennon’s first cat was named Mimi and he reportedly cycled to the fishmonger’s to buy hake for his cat. He and his first wife Cynthia had up to ten cats.
You bribe a friend with promises of DSTV to house sit your babies when you go on holiday so that they don’t have to go to the kennel.
Your wardrobe consists of items such as jeans, sweat pants etc so that a) cat fur doesn’t stick to it ( or is invisible on it and easily removed) or b) it is difficult for the cat to get a claw hooked in the fabric.
You feel naked while watching TV if there is not at least one cat draped across your lap.
You lift your feet nervously when you step on something soft and you are not at all surprised when you step on something squishy (hopefully not with your bare feet! )
You always check that no plant that you buy, is toxic for cats. Plants like lilies can kill your cats, even the pollen is toxic
You make collages of the family cats and stick it on Facebook.
You make memes with photo’s of your cat.
Or someone else’s cat LOL
You collect photo’s of other people’s cats in case you have to write a blog about cat lovers. :-)
No 1 Watching….
No 2 Can’t resist! My son’s cat Mouche.
Mouche, so sweet…I have to hold your hand/paw.
And to top it all you name your child after your favourite cat. Sorry Nic ( evilgrin).

True Dog Lover?

August 30, 2012 in True Dog Lover Photo's

You are a true dog lover if:

You have more baby pictures of your dog than of your children.  I am not quite there yet, the baby photo’s of my children are slightly ahead! But the one’s of my dog, Kayla, as a puppy are SO cute.

Getting to the lanky teenager stage now.

You are a true dog lover if: you have more graduation photo’s of your dog than you have of your children. That is absolutely TRUE! I was so proud when Kayla and I graduated from our dog obedience class. If there had been a ” top of the class, ” that would have been us. Uh oh….maybe not! Forgot about her nearly biting the hand of the trainer. Kayla is not used to other dogs, having grown up as an only child ( after my kids left home), so all the other dogs at the training made her nervous. We went to the class more to sosialise than for training but as she was already 30 months old, it was a bit late. Sorry Baby!

Those eyes!

You are a true dog lover if:
Nothing can be seen through the rear window of your car because it’s all nose prints of your dog.
You only like people who like your dog.
You miss your breakfast to have a chance to walk your dog before going out or to work.
You are the only person out on the field when it is raining cats and dogs- it’s all because your dog needs walking and you can never resist the pleading look in those eyes.
You never empty your plate- there is always a tasty morsel left for your dog.
You keep on eating even if you have found some dog hair in your plate LOL
Talking to your dog you call yourself Daddy or Mommy.
You talk to your dog in four different languages and she obeys or you call her by 20 different names and she responds.
You talk to people about dogs any chance you get and you listen to their stories about their dogs.
You cut your holidays short when you are forced to spend them without your dog and you mournfully watch the people walking their dogs on the beach.
Your dog is constantly featured on your Facebook page, much to the disgust of some of your friends or your dog is the star of your website.:-)

Wet Cape weather…..getting dried off.

Leaving those nose prints in the car and playing model for Mommy.

This was a lovely photo that I used in my blog about ” Labels”

And to top it all- you keep the ashes of your previous dog in a lovely clay jar and her photo as wallpaper on your PC. Specially if she had been your favourite. :-) RIP Judy.