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Jun. 23rd, 2007 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today's relevant cat macro.
And ... honestly, I feel like I should be posting deep thoughts of great depth and eloquence and emotional resonance, all about life transformations, and the meaning of our connections to the past, and the emotional sequelae of letting go of those connections, and so on--
--but most of the time what I'm actually doing, rather than thinking deep thoughts, is sitting around in a daze of overwhelm, with a big idiot-child grin on my fact, thinking "DUDE! I'm MOVING TO SEATTLE!" And then looking around at all my OMG GODFORSAKEN MOUNTAINS OF CRAP and laughing helplessly and flailing my hands. And then I have a beer.
Various friends have indicated an interest in the minutae of the whole moving process, which gives me a pretext to pretend I'm pleasing others when I'm actually just indulging myself, but I will at least put this drivelling on .
So, I spent some more time today digging through the piles in the basement, and -- holy effing Jesus amongst the chrysanthemums, why in the HELL did I not do some cleaning-out down there at any point in the previous, oh, I dunno, FIFTEEN YEARS??? Why, when my old microwave died, did I not dump it in the TRASH instead of in the cubbyhole under the stairs?? Why did I buy ANOTHER filing cabinet when I already HAD a filing cabinet down there? Why, god, why?
An incomplete list of the stuff I have to either sell, give away, or junk includes:
--the aforementioned filing cabinet (heavy-duty, grey steel, two-drawer, and extremely odd-looking because at one point I decided to paint it white, but used the wrong kind of paint, so it looks kind of ... mangy. Or mildewed.)
--an old Nordic Trak that I *think* is broken;
--the freestanding vent-out-the-window air conditioner that I bought at GREAT expense a few years ago and that NEVER worked right despite significant investments in repairs and tweaking and construction of a complicated window-insert to accommodate the air-vent tube;
--a pair of cross-country skiis that I haven't used in probably eight or nine years;
--a nice new humidifier bought last winter which I'm assuming I won't need in Seattle, on account of how Seattle doesn't seem deficient in the humidity;
--a nice new *de*-humidifier which I should actually just leave here for the new tenants, to help them keep the mildew down in the basement;
--a ginormous pair of old stereo speakers;
--a couple of aged computer monitors;
--a nice new litter box I bought shortly before my old cat Abby died, and which never actually got used;
--four or five 48" fluorescent light fixtures, with bulbs, relics of the days of yore when I had a big garden and used to start jillions of seedlings indoors while the snow was still on the ground;
--a box full of empty canning jars, never used;
--my beat-up old bicycle, with a rusty chain and flat tire;
--an enormous, incredibly heavy, solid-wood old desk chair, the kind you see in '40s movies, that is missing a caster and wheel;
--a washing machine that may or may not work, hell if *I* know;
--a cheap metal utility shelving unit that I bought at Target and never even got out of the box, let alone assembled;
--many, many baskets, from the days when I apparently thought home decor mandated the use of many baskets;
--many, many empty plastic flower pots, of varying sizes;
--the old autoharp that used to belong to my mother. Which--yeah. My mother who, by the way, died twenty years ago last Tuesday, and I still have her old autoharp sitting in my basement, and I haven't been able to bring myself to take it out of its case in twenty years, but I need to do SOMETHING with it, and--OK, I'll give it to my brother, I guess;
--not one but two Christmas tree stands, which I might as well get rid of because the last few years I only put up a tree for P.'s sake, and I don't know if I ever will again.
So. Yeah.
The one thing I did accomplish today was to haul three grocery bags full of books to the used bookstore, who paid me $13 for the lot, which is a total ripoff, but then whattaya gonna do? (*shrug*)
Now I shall crack open the aforementioned beer, and maybe tune in the Twins game, and relax a little (while every so often thinking DUDE! I'M MOVING TO SEATTLE!, and flailing, and cackling).
And ... honestly, I feel like I should be posting deep thoughts of great depth and eloquence and emotional resonance, all about life transformations, and the meaning of our connections to the past, and the emotional sequelae of letting go of those connections, and so on--
--but most of the time what I'm actually doing, rather than thinking deep thoughts, is sitting around in a daze of overwhelm, with a big idiot-child grin on my fact, thinking "DUDE! I'm MOVING TO SEATTLE!" And then looking around at all my OMG GODFORSAKEN MOUNTAINS OF CRAP and laughing helplessly and flailing my hands. And then I have a beer.
Various friends have indicated an interest in the minutae of the whole moving process, which gives me a pretext to pretend I'm pleasing others when I'm actually just indulging myself, but I will at least put this drivelling on .
So, I spent some more time today digging through the piles in the basement, and -- holy effing Jesus amongst the chrysanthemums, why in the HELL did I not do some cleaning-out down there at any point in the previous, oh, I dunno, FIFTEEN YEARS??? Why, when my old microwave died, did I not dump it in the TRASH instead of in the cubbyhole under the stairs?? Why did I buy ANOTHER filing cabinet when I already HAD a filing cabinet down there? Why, god, why?
An incomplete list of the stuff I have to either sell, give away, or junk includes:
--the aforementioned filing cabinet (heavy-duty, grey steel, two-drawer, and extremely odd-looking because at one point I decided to paint it white, but used the wrong kind of paint, so it looks kind of ... mangy. Or mildewed.)
--an old Nordic Trak that I *think* is broken;
--the freestanding vent-out-the-window air conditioner that I bought at GREAT expense a few years ago and that NEVER worked right despite significant investments in repairs and tweaking and construction of a complicated window-insert to accommodate the air-vent tube;
--a pair of cross-country skiis that I haven't used in probably eight or nine years;
--a nice new humidifier bought last winter which I'm assuming I won't need in Seattle, on account of how Seattle doesn't seem deficient in the humidity;
--a nice new *de*-humidifier which I should actually just leave here for the new tenants, to help them keep the mildew down in the basement;
--a ginormous pair of old stereo speakers;
--a couple of aged computer monitors;
--a nice new litter box I bought shortly before my old cat Abby died, and which never actually got used;
--four or five 48" fluorescent light fixtures, with bulbs, relics of the days of yore when I had a big garden and used to start jillions of seedlings indoors while the snow was still on the ground;
--a box full of empty canning jars, never used;
--my beat-up old bicycle, with a rusty chain and flat tire;
--an enormous, incredibly heavy, solid-wood old desk chair, the kind you see in '40s movies, that is missing a caster and wheel;
--a washing machine that may or may not work, hell if *I* know;
--a cheap metal utility shelving unit that I bought at Target and never even got out of the box, let alone assembled;
--many, many baskets, from the days when I apparently thought home decor mandated the use of many baskets;
--many, many empty plastic flower pots, of varying sizes;
--the old autoharp that used to belong to my mother. Which--yeah. My mother who, by the way, died twenty years ago last Tuesday, and I still have her old autoharp sitting in my basement, and I haven't been able to bring myself to take it out of its case in twenty years, but I need to do SOMETHING with it, and--OK, I'll give it to my brother, I guess;
--not one but two Christmas tree stands, which I might as well get rid of because the last few years I only put up a tree for P.'s sake, and I don't know if I ever will again.
So. Yeah.
The one thing I did accomplish today was to haul three grocery bags full of books to the used bookstore, who paid me $13 for the lot, which is a total ripoff, but then whattaya gonna do? (*shrug*)
Now I shall crack open the aforementioned beer, and maybe tune in the Twins game, and relax a little (while every so often thinking DUDE! I'M MOVING TO SEATTLE!, and flailing, and cackling).