Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We spent yesterday afternoon bailing out the basement.  It was looking pretty good this morning, but now a deluge is upon us again, and the sky is dark and pumping may be in our afternoon forecast.  Meeting with my dear friends last night for our writing group was a balm.  We stayed later to just talk, because we're all feeling the need of extra support for many reasons:  health issues, personal challenges and maybe just the season.  Yes, the days are getting longer, but not fast enough, and we're still in the midst of our winter, not as formidable as the rest of the country, but floods and mudslides and leaks everywhere are jumping out at us, like a nasty jack-in-the-box.  How do I cope?  One way, and what I did yesterday, is reorganize.  I sorted tote bags and put some in the animal shelter box for resale and the rest on a hanger meant as a belt holder.  I gave away every belt, because, well, I don't have a waist anyway so who am I kidding?  Then I took all my textiles from other countries and cleaned out a shelf in the hall closet, refolded them neatly, and viola!  The trunk in the guest bedroom where all of this mess had resided I then hauled downstairs to the living room as a coffee table, and filled it with spillover music sheets that had been dumped in a basket.  Satisfying!  And the "new" coffee table is not sharp, sturdy and hopefully more or less toddler-proof!  Though I'm knocking on wood as I write this.