With hurricanes to the east, fires to the west, renewed threats of nuclear mayhem and a general sense that the cultural foundation of charity among fellows has sundered along with the polar ice shelves…..
…to foster sanity I pursue clutter and build peaceable habitation.
And pursue it calmly because there is Absolutely No Deadline, and even unsorted — the remaining clutter is Out Of Sight.
So. Going slowly. Repacking just one or two boxes a day, I’ve reduced five stored boxes to three; I found and shredded thirty-three year old financial records; and I hauled all the detritus to the curb for tomorrow’s trash pick up.
But perhaps best of all, I’m starting to move into the Giant Bookcase!!!!!!
Oh that feels good. I’ve moved my books on knitting and about folk music and my set of exercise videos into it from the (no longer quite so) crowded shelves in my study. My husband carried down my antique sewing machine to serve as ballast for the lowest shelf — but you know, with enough space to set up a table, I might just use it from time to time. Then he hooked up my personal d.v.d. player on the media shelf in the center of the bookcase.
It’s falling into place.
After awhile I will feel enough at home in that big downstairs room to move beyond ordering it, and to begin to live there.
Peaceable habitation. Sometimes we can only manage a tiny corner at a time.