it kind of bothers me that i cannot write like alot of people can write.
then it comes to me that they are telling a story and most times i am just writing my feelings ... right now.
it is easier to tell a story. more details flow.
when i used to blog about my match.com life, alot of it was stories of the crazy madcap crap that happened when calling emailing and dating this person you never met before in your life.
but when i sit here and try to write my feelings, they come harder than a story.

a friend of mine is writing on facebook but may start a blog about the seventies when he was a kid. and he has tons of stories with infinite details.

so i sit here wondering what i will write about and how to describe it all so that it is compelling and make people want to read my stuff.

my life is not exactly compelling.
we finished clearing out burts storage space yesterday and today we will tackle mine. if we clear them out by the end of the month we will save a few hundred dollars a month, which would be very cool.
we are just bringing it all here and storing it in the garage, but then the problem to tackle is going thru the boxes and sorting, keeping, throwing, donating so that the boxes minimize in numbers and we can then again park a car in the garage.
there is so much stuff.... it is overwhelming for me to think of the amount of stuff.
it is one thing to keep the stuff about kids, projects papers picture.... but then there is the crap, the stuff that is saved just for the sake of saving, the hoarding or at least organized hoarding that is going on. and i am really not the culprit here. i have NO problem throwing things away or donating them i just dont have the time to devote to the throwing and donating. but my beloved i fear has issues with this subject
and as we now have the boxes here it will be interested to see how often he makes the time to go thru and throw out and donate.
cross your fingers for us.