Continuing with my Swedish Death Cleaning process...this computer room is the last room to be decluttered.  My sister is going to come down, perhaps this week, and go through the two huge plastic storage boxes I have of crocheting yarn/patterns and cross stitch patterns.  

I have cross stitch patterns from the late 1970's, when daughter Karen first taught me how.  That box is filled to the brim.

Yesterday, during a half-time from a basketball game, I came in here and hauled that box out to the living room...and pulled something in my right side, just below my rib cage.  I didn't think too much of it, until the pain woke me this morning.  (I was sleeping on my right side).

Last night, when I turned this desk lamp off to go to bed, I banged my shin on a stack of two long plastic boxes containing my two youngest grandkids afghans.  I noticed that this morning too.  Blood and a scabby sort of thing on my shin--the blood was evident on my bed sheets.

It's like an obstacle course in this room, with a narrow walkway to get in and out of this room.  

Plus, my living room is a mess.
I sorted out a big box of extra embroidery floss, into chronological color numbers for my sister to go through to fill out her stash.  It's on the card table, plus the large plastic tubs full of the patterns.

I did empty one long plastic box.  It has my youngest grand daughter, Elise's afghan.  Her 15th birthday was Saturday and I mailed her the afghan on Wednesday.

 I fear this Swedish Death Cleaning process is going to kill me and I'm not even Swedish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Other than that, yesterday I watched 4 basketball games.  I must confess, I'm getting tired of it.  I hear squeaky basketball shoes in my sleep!

PLUS--I am finishing up a very large genealogy, so I have to make room in here to lay out my pedigrees and stack my book pages.