It's organizing time here, before the lunch party. But a storage room is a Tardis. You go in there with a plan to move things and make it all a bit more coordinated and end up lost in other places, other times, and it all gets overwhelmingly huge.
This all started with one box of photos. I'm trying to get a package together to mail out. Need to find some things I'd bought last year that got packed in the move and while I'm at it, find some pix to include. Soon I had 3 open boxes all partially emptied, a pile of stuff on the coffee table, a stack of irrelevant things next to me on the sofa and in short, a big mess. Then I became obsessed with finding some dvds I haven't seen since before moving. And somewhere along the line while having a cup of coffee I stopped to read some old letters. Suddenly, half the day is gone. Still haven't found the presents, the pix or the dvds. And now I'm wiped and have to clean this mess up, which means it'll all pretty much go back where it was and nothing is even accomplished.
Today I was supposed to be hanging paintings. Sometimes I'm a real asswipe. Blame the damn Tardis.
The Door Is Ajar.
5 days ago