Good morning and welcome to Sunday. It’s sunny, and chilly, but not bone chillingly cold. Not that any of that matters, since I don’t plan on leaving the house if I can help it. Supposedly, FedEx is coming back to drop off my sim card again. Thank god, because this is becoming ridiculous.
I feel as though I actually accomplished a lot yesterday. In addition to mailing out the Lego, I had a great workout. I was really pushing myself during the last half hour, and I cut it short by eight minutes. It had reached the point where I wasn’t watching my form enough to safely continue. After my workout, I set about working on the GET SHIT DONE list.
I freely admit, I am the worst housekeeper. When I share a living space, I manage to keep things under control through a combination of embarrassment and anxiety. There’s the embarrassment that anyone could live like this, and anxiety that the person I’m sharing space with will see through my act and realize exactly how not under control I really am. In contrast, when I’m living alone, I just don’t give a shit. I’m the type of person that watches reality TV about hoarders and expresses disbelief over how it could reach that point. At the same time, those show terrify me because, deep down, I know exactly how it happens. This is why I’m trying to avoid waiting until the last minute to clean and clear out the house.
I started with the bathroom, where I scrubbed everything that could be scrubbed. Then, I threw out almost the entire lot of products that was on the “catch all” shelf over the toilet. Many things were barely used, like sunscreens bought for a trip to the beach, or hair products to experiment with a new style. Almost all of it had expired, some of it by an embarrassing amount of time.
After finishing the bathroom, I moved on to the kitchen. I cleaned the stove top, and the backsplash behind it. Both were filthy. I also scrubbed the cabinet doors, and the drawers. While none of them are pristine, they are vastly better than when I started.
I also made a point to relax. I’m trying to take care of myself, and if that means Fridays are for a food treat, then Saturdays are for self-care. That started with the morning workout, and finished when I filled the tub, poured myself another rum and coke, and just did nothing for half the night.
So what about today?
I’ve already cleared a load of books off the desk in the Pink Room. It was mostly book series we’ve collected over the years: Harry Potter, Outlander, A Song of Ice and Fire, Earth’s Children. After I finish emptying it, I’ll sell the desk. It’s a lovely desk and it was my grandfather’s. However, most of its value to me is sentimental. The same goes for a small chair in the other room; I remember exactly where it sat in my grandparents’ house. We haven’t used either piece of furniture for its intended purpose in five years now.
I also packed up a couple of boxes of clothing and shoes. There’s a few straggling piles of clothing, which will get sorted one last time. I also need to bag several blankets and afghans, most piled on the aforementioned little chair. Then I’ll schedule another donation pickup for everything.
Fuck, where the hell is FedEx? I don’t even want to leave the couch in case I miss them again.
