With the help of a friend I accomplished miracles. I tackled parts of the Monster in the Basement. Cleared out the entire basement hallway and the laundry room. It felt very metaphorical. And eerie. It felt like I was clearing cobwebs from my brain. And finding the ghosts of previous attempts at organization. Boxes labled "Uniforms" were half-filled with sewing supplies and half with mail from 2005. Parts of rooms were partly clear. But then it looked like they had fallen into ruin. Like the civilization that inhabited this strange land had suddenly abandoned these rooms. Here were stacks of boxes all of the same size and color, clearly labeled. Beside them a tangle of cardboard boxes half empty and oozing their unwanted contents on the floor. Boxes of recycling that have been there since before the birth of my second child. Several contractor bags full of refuse that had never managed to make their way up the stairs. Six mops. (6!) No brooms. And we will not mention the layer of crud and gross that settled on the floor. Or the little gifts the cat left for us. Or the old socks frozen to the floor. Having someone else there to reign me in was immensely helpful. I felt like I had been able to outsource my common sense.
Perhaps one day I will develop (and retain) common sense of my own. Maybe I can turn my skills as a business systems analyst to the task of developing systems for this house stuff. Ugh. Grateful Crap: AWESOME friends (one in particular today) Daily Convexions took meds in the morning mostly manageable amount of decluttering relaxed Comments are closed.
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