This last time in Okinawa, my younger sister Janice and I remarked how Joyce spent all her time looking to others' needs and didn't have time to keep up her own place. It was complicated with both parents' Homegoing (they lived on the 2nd floor; Joyce lived in the F1 apartment).
We decided to spend as much time as we could this year working on clearing out, organizing the home.
We spent hours working; didn't have to think about adhering to a stringent schedule; threw together snacks and meals we understood--and let ourselves enjoy breaks and video goodies through the day.
At the end of this visit, the upstairs looked satisfactorily cleared out; Joyce's apartment looked satisfactorily cleaned; and we three realized we were now donning sixty-year-old bodies. We were tired, but satisfactorily happy, until, hopefully, God lets us come back again for the next clean-up session.
