I got an email from 1-800-GOT-JUNK recently that had an image of a letter that basically said “Dear Junk, I’m breaking up with you.”  Since I had recently noticed that my desk area is very cluttered, with piles that spill over, making me fear I’ve got the pack-rat gene, I’m working on cleaning up some of the mystery piles around the house.

I found a a credit card I had been missing, cleared about an inch-tall worth of old paperwork and can see the surfaces for my coffee table and a piece of counter top.  I’m going to put the sponge I’ll never use in the kitchen at work and I unearthed a Christmas present I forgot to give a friend.  I also have a few things to return and exchange.

Some things make me smile, like finding a good book I haven’t read yet.  Some things remind me of family that is scattered around, with that bittersweet feeling of good memories while you are missing them.  Some things make me sad.  (One of these days, I’ll actually listen to the recording of my mom’s funeral.)

Some pieces of life feel like that.  Piled up in a corner and ignored.  Then you take the time to look at them and you find missing treasures or things you can give away. There are also things I should “return”, like realizing I might be able to continue relationships with old friends I’ve been out of touch with if I returned their last call/email/visit.  Today I was also “exchanging” my Doritos for celery, carrots and pretzel chips.

Also like life, I still have some “stray” stuff that I don’t know exactly what to do with.  Where do I put the exercise manual that came with my “air ball” chair so that I’ll actually use it?  (Why can’t they just print them on the ball????)  At some point, I’ll talk about the “one-use items”, like the grapefruit “tool”, but that’s for another day. ❤

Sidebar story on why I’m on Got-Junk’s email.  A few years ago we lived in a 1-bedroom apartment with a patio that was in the direct sunlight.  My husband bought an awning “tent” in the spring to use in the summer.  Then the 2-bedroom was available and that patio was shaded.  The awning box lay on the ground for about 2 years, and chipmunks moved in.  I decided to drop the money on Got-Junk, rather than risk a possible crazy chipmunk incident.  😛

Hello.  My name is Miranda and this is my first blog post.  I’m not sure what they are all about and would like to understand it more so am trying it.  Also, I have a LOT of thoughts on many subjects and frequently have something to say.  I find many times that I’ll actually SAY things people are thinking but might be afraid to vocalize.  (Or my internal filter doesn’t work right and I blurt out what other people are thinking might not be appropriate.  I’m working on better internal filters without losing the ability to point out the elephant.)

When WordPress prompted me for a site name, I immediately thought of “Miranda me this” in parody of The Joker’s quote “Riddle me this [Batman]” and went with it.  So, I may start to post thoughts and questions and rambles.  And rants.  One friend has dubbed me “the little ball of hate” when I get riled up about things.  Mostly injustice and inequity.  Sometimes just people.

I can also be humorous and warm.  I’m sure I’ll spend quite a few sessions talking about my brothers and sisters, my nieces and nephews, my Dad, my husband and my friends.  And you’ll hear lots of love (and some exasperation and frustration) in those stories.  Mostly it will be about everything relative to me though. 😛

There!  It’s done for now and I will brave the smack-me-silly cold and get groceries again before holing up again waiting for the temperatures to exceed freezing point.  Since I expect this to be friends and family members looking, I’ll end it with,

Much love ❤

Miranda