There were interuptions
and appointments when I didn't have to decide, of course. I had water
aerobics at 8:30 and had promised Dad I'd go. When I got home, FFP needed
me to pick up a contract we are working on at the lawyer's house. The
real estate guy came over and got the contract all signed a little later.
I chopped some salad stuff for lunch (for myself, FFP and the bookkeeper).
You gotta eat.
But the rest of the
time? I have been trying to clean out (and 'export') stuff. It's hard
to know where to start. I've consolidated everything out of the top
of our closets in the bedroom that will be torn apart. I've started
boxing up the stuff in the drawers in the guest room (where we will
have to store our stuff). I had organized my travel stuff here and I
figure that can go into boxes in storage. Um, if I can find storage!
A friend said that he got a temporary metal storage building for the
driveway and stored stuff in it for his remodel. There's an idea. We
do have a big storage room but it's full of stuff. Need to clean that
out, too. Sigh.
We have a luggage
closet that (because of proximity to a duct and the old, poorly-sealed
shower (that we are going to rip out) regularly imparted a mildew of
some level to luggage so I had sort of quit putting stuff in there.
Still somehow there was stuff there so I cleaned it out. I had
the idea that since the luggage (which is mostly stored in the guest
room) will need to go into storage that I could fill some of the luggage
with clothes that we don't need every day so that we can get what we
do need in the closet we have left. (You may ask why we don't
get rid of the stuff that we could blithely pack away like that and
that would be an excellent question.)
So, basically, I
floated back and forth on these projects, taking interupts to read a
little newspaper, drink some coffee or sort out network printer problems
for FFP and the bookkeeper.
Going through stuff
is so depressing. I was even reduced to cleaning out my sock drawers.
That's the ultimate bit of nonsense. The lowest, most boring task. I
actually think I have too many socks. I never thought I'd have too many
socks. Too many lots of things, really. But every time I go through
this exercise I toss some stuff and I'll bet I don't even think
buying socks or underwear for a long time.
Yep, it's hard to
know where to begin in getting this stuff cleaned out and out of the
way for remodeling. Although I had the idea that I'd clean everything
out in retirement, I thought I could be a little slower about
it. Now it's kind of pressing. (Yeah, you say, after a year!
But you don't know how much stuff I've gone through at my mom's. Whine,
whine.) Anyway, I'm never buying anything again. Well, books. There
is always room for a book.
Monday,
September 29,
2003
JUST
TYPING
