Mission: Reorganization
No one should die and leave behind some of the junk I have been carrying around with me for decades.
And no, Dr. Phil, I am not talking esoteric garbage here. I am in literal mode at the moment and speaking of the mounds and bags and boxes of junk that move with me from place to place. Not to mention that this junk increases each time I move as I cram all the last dribs and drabs of "what the hell do I do with this" items into yet another box or two that I will probably not touch again until my next move.
Can you believe I once lived from my car? That pretty much everything I owned at that time rolled around on four wheels with me? Unbelievable. Back then, if it didn't fit in my auto de jour, it didn't make the journey. In those days, my little Plymouth Horizon and its tattered cartop carrier contained my living quarters, clothing, food, cooking stove and utensils, books, and occupational wares -- with room left over for me and the occasional passenger.
There is a major freedom in carrying so few possessions. There is major inconvenience also. I am older. I like peeing indoors. I can no longer get up off the ground/floor without assistance. Electricity is my friend.
So, in preparation for finishing the current novel before the NoMo insanity, I have spent these past three days cleaning out my office -- not even my whole house, just the office (God forbid we even contemplate what is in the basement). The amount of trash is unbelievable. WHY do I have an entire box of old receipts from the past three years? And a traffic ticket from 11 years ago? Hundreds of out of focus photos, dozens of them people I do not even recognize anymore?
I need an empty cave in which to hermit myself away and write. So I am sorting and tossing and hauling away the paper remnants of my life. Maybe I'll get around to the rest of the esoteric garbage another day. If so, I'm not doing it alone -- in order to get it done in just two days, you gotta have a television crew. And a good editor.
And just in case you were wondering...
The revisions finally got to California just under the wire. Oh, and the USPS finally notified me that delivery had been made -- a day later.
And no, Dr. Phil, I am not talking esoteric garbage here. I am in literal mode at the moment and speaking of the mounds and bags and boxes of junk that move with me from place to place. Not to mention that this junk increases each time I move as I cram all the last dribs and drabs of "what the hell do I do with this" items into yet another box or two that I will probably not touch again until my next move.
Can you believe I once lived from my car? That pretty much everything I owned at that time rolled around on four wheels with me? Unbelievable. Back then, if it didn't fit in my auto de jour, it didn't make the journey. In those days, my little Plymouth Horizon and its tattered cartop carrier contained my living quarters, clothing, food, cooking stove and utensils, books, and occupational wares -- with room left over for me and the occasional passenger.There is a major freedom in carrying so few possessions. There is major inconvenience also. I am older. I like peeing indoors. I can no longer get up off the ground/floor without assistance. Electricity is my friend.
So, in preparation for finishing the current novel before the NoMo insanity, I have spent these past three days cleaning out my office -- not even my whole house, just the office (God forbid we even contemplate what is in the basement). The amount of trash is unbelievable. WHY do I have an entire box of old receipts from the past three years? And a traffic ticket from 11 years ago? Hundreds of out of focus photos, dozens of them people I do not even recognize anymore?I need an empty cave in which to hermit myself away and write. So I am sorting and tossing and hauling away the paper remnants of my life. Maybe I'll get around to the rest of the esoteric garbage another day. If so, I'm not doing it alone -- in order to get it done in just two days, you gotta have a television crew. And a good editor.
And just in case you were wondering...
The revisions finally got to California just under the wire. Oh, and the USPS finally notified me that delivery had been made -- a day later.
posted by Pete at 9:15 PM
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