Yesterday was rainy, but not a nice stormy day, just gray. Weather like that almost always dampens my mood to some extent if I have plans to do anything more than sit on the couch. The day didn’t even start off on a good note. Some days are good days gone bad. Yesterday was simply bad from birth. The worst part was that it didn’t have to be that way, but I was fucking stupid and poked at old wounds. It was like messing with a mostly healed injury.
“Does it still hurt if I do [thing that always hurts]?”
Yes. The answer is always going to be yes, you fucking twit.
By mid-afternoon, I told Shawshank I needed to leave the house for a little while. All I wanted to do was clear out more of the bullshit that surrounds me. I see shit I want to get rid of everywhere. It covers every flat surface; there’s random stuff on top of tables and the bed in the Pink Room. Boxes are stashed under tables, on chairs. It’s not worth putting online; the eBay fees or frustration with Facebook Marketplace just wouldn’t be worth it. At the same time, I couldn’t put it outside for free because of the rain.
Right now, all I’d like is a week to pull everything out and Marie Kondo that shit.
“Does it spark joy?” she whispers, as she lights the match.
“You’d better believe it.”
Shawshank had a crap day as well. It’s always worse when one of us is in a bad mood. The distance makes it difficult to make a difference. There’s only so much an “I understand” or “I hear you” can do for either of us. I spent half the afternoon in the grocery store, and the other half bouncing back and forth between projects. I added more collectibles to eBay, and polished some brass ducks. I just needed to do something, even if I couldn’t actually accomplish anything.
However, two doorstop auctions sold, which was good. The more expensive doorstop went for $150, and the other one for $20. A third’s current bid is right in the middle, with a few days left. If I try to keep things positive, right there, that’s three boxes that will leave my house this week.
I’d like to have a better day today. It’s sunny, so I can finally put some stuff outside. I’m going to head upstairs and do a workout, put some dye in my hair, and do some chores.
Have a good Sunday, people.
