I washed the steps leading down to the basement.

   As I walk up and down the Basement Stairs I notice the cat hair and dust. Today I washed them from the top to the bottom. It doesn't really make the descent all that much easier and I am running out of time.

I have about six weeks left on my Goal Line to at least get the basement looking better.

I did take photos of how it is. It's not time to post them yet.
They are too graphic.

I will keep at it.

Metaphorically speaking I have been making my descent into the basement of Memory as I am taking a finance class for women.
How symbolic that I can just barely find my way around. I get LOST every time leaving the building. I couldn't even find my way to class the first week because I did not turn over the directions sheet until the SECOND week of class. quite a metaphor for how lost I feel about money and finances and CONTROL over this area of my life.....not too unlike the basement.

Our teacher has posed questions for us about our relationship to money as a child of about 5 or 6. Then we were asked to move those questions forward. 
So I have posed the questions to myself
At age 5 or 6. ( We moved at that time to the house I grew up in)
Age 24. When I lived on an island off the west coast of Ireland.
Age 42 When I had a good paying job that I thought would continue.
My present age 62. When I am struggling as much if not more than when I lived on the island long ago.
And looking ahead to age 72.

And so it goes.
All these musings imply a descent into memory....sometimes and often into messy places...not unlike my basement.

I move along.

Today is my husbands 75th birthday. I am preparing the house for guests later and will be picking up his cake mid afternoon.

And so it goes.
the years pass.
I reflect, muse and descend into difficult places..while holding dear and celebrating the Joy I embrace today/
My dear wonderful, adorable, sweetie pie, PRACTICAL husband.

all for now.
more work to do.

time for another cleaning schedule.