Ok, with the weeks of running from one emergency to dealing with Alice in Wonderland things now seeming to be done for the moment, I decided that I was going to start cleaning up the pig-sty apartment after a couple of months of chaos and longer term ignoring of things needing to be done.
I took a few bags of clothes to Goodwill, along with two cordless phone sets that I don’t need and have been sitting around too long. I went and bought TurboTax (thanks, Federal tax regulations for clergy, for making it so I cannot file with the free e-file on-line but subsidize said system by having to pay $50 for the software I need), and came to try to clean up more. I have simple goals, like: no clothes that I haven’t a hope of wearing in the future, which has gotten to be a smaller universe since I lost about 20 pounds over the last year. Fortunately I buy classic styles that tend not to go out of style quickly.
It turns out that cleaning up is dangerous. Take my paper recycling. Tomorrow is the pick-up at my apartment complex, and this afternoon I took down some of the newspapers to recycle (I only pay to get the Sunday paper, it’s a thing for me), but I still had all other non-shredded stuff. The container was overflowing (remember that chaos bit?), so I put some into a paper grocery bag, and carried both down to recycling, which was dark by then, and the container was already pretty full, so I had to remove some of the other paper bags to put my non-bagged stuff in, and managed to hit my head on the corner of one of the containers.
And that’s not all. I was trying to get crap things off the floor of my office/guest room, and managed to tilt one of my fiber containers so that everything came out onto the floor while I was on the kitchen step-stool. Ok, getting pelted by light, fluffy fiber is not that painful physically, but I can tell you that psychically, this was very disabling to go through.
Today I’ll start again, but perhaps I should be wearing more safety equipment. Or make my cats do it.
4 replies on “It’s Dangerous. Really.”
Sounds like my methods of packing and cleaning. I think I’ve broken every fingernail twice in the last month … minor cuts and bruises abound.
I’m filing my long nails down because it’s pretty useless at this point to keep them long.
Those cats have probably been mooching off you far too long … make ’em work for their food! Keeping you in my prayers for all you’re dealing with.
Thanks, Jim.