Hey, it's Friday. To some this is a big deal. For others they still have to work the weekend. For us, another day. For a couple more weeks.

In less than three weeks my daughter will start the fifth grade. Life will return to schedules and bedtimes and, eek, homework. Routine will not be all bad, though.

The garage still awaits. Boyfriend asked me if I were going to work on it today. It shouldn't rain. I said yeah.

The garage...forty three years of stuff, a life lived, material possessions accumulated, including kids' stuff. I have made some progress. Several bags of trash, stuff I haven't needed in years that wasn't valuable at all that I just didn't want to look at.

Truth be told, much of it I didn't want to look at. Some is good...wonderful memories of days gone by, children's art work, and cards from loves that are long gone. I guess that last part meant something at the time the love was in my life. Their loss for throwing me away. Other things are reminders of the mistakes I have made. Only thing to do with that is not make the same ones again. And then there are the cards and letters of photos of those who have gone on. Sadness is not an easy part of this task.

I have someone now who doesn't want to throw me away. He is not like the others. I know that is good. I know that he is genuine, and caring, and protective.

Other stuff in that garage is perfect for yard sale booty (arr, now I'm a pirate) or eBay auctions. Some money to be made.

So, the plan is in place. I still want to finish cleaning the house. Most of it is done, just want the rest cleaned too. Anybody got a machine to clone my cute self...lol?!?

Well, TGIF. I'm hopeful it will be a good day.