Decluttering

On a lighter note, Teeny and Bujo, my daughter's two cats, received the most Christmas presents of all:

Here are Teeny and Bujo playing with one of their new toys, a massage center. They may not have perfected its use as yet:

Teeny likes to organize. Here is Teeny on an organizing rampage:

Teeny also likes to open mail:

I can't seem to find the photo at this minute, but Teeny also likes to totally empty Lauren's purse. He's probably means to suggest that she can make it lighter.

Teeny has great persisitence, wouldn't you say?

God does a good job of keeping me in place. You too?

You know how I am with spam. I am out to get it. I send it to a blocked sender list. I delete it. And, you know what, I don't get anywhere. I am not exaggerating when I say that I get maybe 500 spam a day. I have a vendetta with spam.

I could use an organizer. Some people (and cats) just naturally are. My daughter Lauren's Teeny Weeny is:

Heaven Admin is an organizer par excellence. He can straighten anything out in a minute right in front of your eyes. I've seen him do it. I could spend hours and still be trying to figure it out. Blessed are the people who can just naturally organize space.

See Teeny at work:

You can hire him by the hour, by the day, or by the week.

He brings his own lighting with him as well:

My daughter's cats are up to no good.

They are either being adorable as Bujo here:

and Teeny here:

OR they are up to mischief. Look at this. When Lauren is late getting home from work, they protest. This is what she comes home to:

Actually, this is probably Teeny's work. He likes to unpack. He also likes to make statements. Bujo probably just observed, or was busy eating cantaloupe which he loves!

Prema, Heaven Admin's beloved grandmother, has the most patience of anyone I know. What a great quality patience is! I wish I had some.

Here is my collection of plastic bags before Prema:

How I have longed for spam to go away.

Look what happened this morning. No spam! No junk mail!

NO EMAIL. NO EMAIL?

This is impossible. I usually get close to 100 emails in the morning. Some are real emails.

Actually, his morning I received three emails -- ONLY 3. They were automatic emails naming the Heavenletters™ that have been added to the listing for translators.

HEAVEN ADMIN! Calling HEAVEN ADMIN! What is happening here? And will you fix it?!!!

Years ago I used to work with people looking for work. I remember one computer guy who said something like this:

When there is a problem in a program I'm working on, the problem is always in me. When I fix what's going on in me, the program is fixed.

He really said it better than that. Maybe he said that all glitches come from within him rather than from what he is working on.

It becomes clearer and clearer to me that it is much more fun to tell you what happened last Saturday than what happened in my life years ago. So I'm quitting the story, Oleander Court, that someone quite different from who I am now wrote so many years ago.

Let me tell you what happened Saturday. It's a much better true story.

Yes, as you know, after a delay of five days, my big suitcase arrived. Happy day!

What you did not know is this:

Each comment you posted in response to the previous blog gave me much food for thought, and I'd like to respond to each of your comments one by one. Your responses made a difference for me. I thank you all for furthering my thinking. You really have.

I'll take the comments in order. First from Heaven Admin: