I feel slightly accomplished this weekend. For starters, I cleaned up the kitchen. Sure, I messed it up again shortly thereafter. However, the fact that I did it in the first place was a step in a positive direction. I did the dishes this afternoon, too.
Unfortunately, it’s getting harder to be motivated to do things. There’s just so much to do. And yet, there’s sooooo much uncertainty. No one knows what’s happening with the pandemic, and it seems like everything hinges on the virus right now. He leaves on its time table. I sell the house on its time table. Best case scenario for him after his hearing on Tuesday, is maybe another 3-4 weeks here in the States. Right now, however, there’s no clue as to if they’re even doing the removals, or detaining people indefinitely. And with nationwide unemployment shooting through the roof, who in their right mind is going to be buying fucking house?
The Great Sort must go on, but again, it’s a fucking pain in the ass to do it. Most of the time, I feel like I’m only moving shit from one spot to another. I pack up a couple of comforters into trash bags, but all that does is move the comforters off a chair or the bed and into another corner. Additionally, before packing up some things, they weren’t in the way. But packing them up and waiting for trash day? Now I’ve got a trash bag full of cat-scented comforters in a doorway. AND, I’ve got to watch out for at least one fucking dumbass cat who wants nothing more than to eat the damned trash bag.
I spent much of this afternoon taking pictures of things to sell, and washing about a dozen ponies. The InstantPot and a bookcase went up for sale yesterday. Two of the eBay auctions finished last night, and another finished tonight. I put a few more ponies up for sale this afternoon, and one sold almost immediately. Another trip to the post office for me, I guess. There’s a lot of Lego still left to sell.
Unfortunately, the Lego is so much more difficult to clean than the ponies. Like, ridiculously more difficult.
I really just want this all to be over. I’m so fucking tired of boxes. I don’t want my new normal to be surrounded by boxes for the rest of my life.
