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.
Greetings, readers. Last week I wrote that my ex-wife asked me to look into two events scheduled for September 11th in Washington D.C. After research on the internet in the past few days, hunting for information dealing with the 2 Million Bikers ride and the American Muslim Political Action Committee (AMPAC) march, we found not much of anything to report. apparently, the bike ride through the city went off without incident, even though they were denied a permit by the Park Service to ride through the city without stopping for red lights. As far as the Muslim march, originally called “The Million Muslim March” and later renamed the “Million American March Against Fear,” led by Rabbi Alam, apparently only roughly a dozen people showed up for it, according to a friend of mine who saw it on the news. I’m not certain if that was due to lack of planning on their part, or if people who would have shown up stayed away instead because it was a day of mourning. Trust me when I tell you, readers, Rebecca and I spent almost an hour looking up resources on the internet today and I was expecting to find lots of articles to use for facts. When facts were extremely hard to find we realized that these stories were barely a blimp on the radar and have passed into history.
Now, on to a progress report on how my personal days went. As will always happen with me, my progress was slower than I anticipated but a lot did get accomplished. One of the main objectives that I’m trying to fix is my hoarding problem. I’m having to go through personal items such as things that were my mom and dad’s, as well as other odds and ends, that I want to make a final decision on; keep them or finally get rid of them. One big task is what do to with my father’s classical record collection. My friend across the hall has shown definite interest. Once problem solved.
What was going to be a rather leisurely experience has been kicked into a higher gear, by the fact that there is going to be apartment maintenance done to change the sprinkler heads. They are everywhere in my apartment, including my walk in closet doubling as my storage space. Between now and Monday morning, I somehow have to get this place presentable for the staff to inspect it. This should not be an issue but I’m not going to kill myself either. It will be what it is.
Lastly, after the thunderstorms that passed by several days ago, State College Pennsylvania has experienced glorious weather with cloudless warm days and clear cool nights. I sure could go for that. But as the joke goes, in State Cloudy, PA, good weather is the exception rather than the rule.
Until Friday, when Rebecca and I will have another interesting topic to write about, take care and happy reading.