The five day weekend oddly meant less time on LJ, not more. I return now to face with shock all the enties I’ve missed on my friends list.
Rather than the virtual, I spent the time firmly in the physical. badfaggot and I added shelving, swept, moved and packed and unpacked boxes. I alternated between watching episodes of HGTV’s Mission Organization and living one out. The effort is paying off: I am down to about twenty-four cardboard boxes now after starting out with two hundred or so. Most things are in the room that they are going to end up in. Piles of mail have been sorted. Twelve boxes of books stand on my landing, ready for dispersal.
The result? I feel a little woozy, actually, since once I get started on a project it may well take over : sorting through a box of “Tools” led to me squinting at a pile of pop rivets, trying to determine their respective sizes, lengths and whether they were made of steel or aluminum. After doing that for days on end, I tend to be rather shall we say, inward, running through various organizing schemes in my head when I should be paying attention to what people are saying to me. I am obsessed with translucent plastic bins, since they allow me to see in a general way what they contain, wipe down and stack easily and afford me the opportunity to blow more money at the Container Store
The result of all this work however is that the space now abounds with possibility: there is room to have people over, and when they are there I know where the tools are to entertain them. More art is making it’s way on to the walls, and I feel happier about the things I own. Long slogs through far too many files lie ahead, but the whole has take an enormous leap forward in terms of livability.
Much of this is due to badfaggot‘s good humor and thoroughness, so many thanks to him.