There’s something a little off about that title, but I hate to use up precious energy thinking up a new one.
Hello, my name is Marla, and I LOVE TO PURGE.
I got up this morning while there was still a 6 in the hours place on my alarm clock (first time since May, I think). All went smoothly (give or take some basic grouchiness), and after a sweet (give or take some grouchiness) family prayer on the porch, we all walked Livi down to the bus stop. Thanks so much for your prayers (see yesterday’s post). I was definitely at peace, but I still felt pretty glum.
On the walk back home, my spirits lifted considerably when my friend and neighbor, Christy, pointed to the huge pile of trash on the curb in front of her house. “I paid for bulk pick-up today. You’re welcome to throw anything you want on my pile.”
Well, I don’t mind if I do.
I talked my newbie homeschooler (and her not-yet-in-kindergarten sister) into making four (five?) trips with me from our shed/garage down to Christy’s, hauling all manner of broken plastic child-sized Adirondack chairs, a rusted tiki torch, old blinds we replaced years ago, random pieces of wood and shelving, nasty garden ornaments, a blow-up swimming pool with a hole in it, busted hula hoops.
“Do you have any idea how happy this makes me?” I told my little laborers.
“We know, we know,” they said, rolling their eyes.
Then we organized and rearranged things, and I made a pile of stuff we can do without. I sold some more books on Facebook (my friend Megan is flabbergasted that people keep buying them–go, people!).
Now I have all my books about justice/loving the poor/missions on the top shelf of my little bookcase with a picture of a sweet, darling teenage orphan from Cambodia beside it.
I want to just sit on the floor and stare at it all day.
I dismantled several photo albums that were filled with random photos from 1950 to 2005ish, put the photos in a memory box, and kissed the outdated albums good-bye.
The girls had a marathon trying-on-clothes session last night, and we got rid of anything that isn’t something they love. And they still have a TON of clothes, 99.8% of which came from the thrift store or got handed down from someone awesome.
I went to the post office and mailed a billion packages of books (the mailman calls me his homegirl). I want my boxes of Blushing Bride and One Diaper at a Time OUT OF MY CLOSET. I’m down to my last SIX which may seem like a lot until I tell you that I started out with FIFTY-TWO boxes of Blushing Bride a few years ago.
They’re yours for the taking for $1.50 each (+shipping). E-mail me before it’s really-too-late-this-time.
Nina has to get her staples out of her head (oh, I’m going to be sick) and Livi has soccer practice, but other than that, I’ll be purging and selling stuff on Facebook and Twitter. You should join the party!
I can’t tell you how many people have looked at me dreamily (over the internet) lately and said, “Oh, I wish you could come to my house and help me purge!” You and me both, sister. Seriously. I can’t tell you how happy that would make me. Purging is one of my spiritual gifts.
In fact, if you live close to me, and want to rent me for a couple of hours for a donation to the Cambodia Fund, let me know.
And now let’s all do something a little CRAZY.
Find something (or 68 somethings) in your house to GET RID OF. And if it’s something that might be a treasure to someone else, give it to them (or sell it and give the $ to your favorite ministry that helps the poor).
And if you want to make me giddy, tell me what you’re purging. I’m excited for you already!