Nothing like a good kick in the butt

Greetings, readers. Yes, nothing like a good kick in the butt to get a junior hoarder to clean his apartment. On Monday, I had a-replace-all-the-sprinklers-in-the-apartment/inspection and had two weeks to prepare for it. But just like me, I waited until the last weekend, and in a blind panic got it just presentable enough to pass. Some good news came out of it though. I’ve come up with a strategy to continue the room cleaning process and take back my bedroom, now serving as my storage unit. I realize I might be saying some of this a second time because I wrote an entry last September titled, “I’m afraid I’m becoming a hoarder”. I’ve changed my mind, I’m definitely a hoarder but of the junior persuasion.

A lot of the things that I have kept are items from my past and also some belongings of my mom and dad. Those are the toughest to get rid of, and I must admit will be the last to go if they even do.

I still have record albums from childhood. I’ve not listened to them in 35+ years. Why do I still have them? Because my mom bought them for me. Big pieces of furniture sit in my livingroom from my parents’ house, taking up the entire back wall. Eventually I hope to get a floral-patterned chair the heck out of here. But my mom’s beloved credenza … I’m going to be buried with it.

Yesterday I did a little redecorating as I was planning the apartment’s new look. Some paintings got switched out, a clock was moved and a mirror was hung. Slowly but surely I feel like I will be able to whip this place into shape. And that is the key – slowly but surely. People with good health could come in and in one day have this dump so clean that you can eat off the floor. With my minor health issues, slow and steady will win the race.

I told my apartment building’s office manager that I would continue to work on the rooms until they were perfect. I’m not sure if she believes me. That is an extra added incentive. When the project is all finished, I am going to take pictures, walk them down to her office, and say, “See, I wasn’t fibbing.”

So until next time, wish me luck on my project. Have a great day, take care, and happy reading.

P.S. Keekee says hi. Meow, meow.

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