June 12, 2006

Go Sell Crazy Some Place Else. We're All Stocked Up Here.

The house is 95% under control now. I have a precious few unsorted boxes left to tackle, one more coat of paint in the bathroom, some sort of art project for the living room (I use the term "art" loosely), and grass to mow (which shouldn't take long). I am so happy to have things in their places. I took loads of stuff to Goodwill, though probably not quite as much as I could have - I still haven't sorted through the shoes. Plus, I have random stuff, like (I kid you not) a Barrell of Monkeys that has been under my bed for who-knows-how-long. This would have explained the insomnia, if only they had been live monkeys. But, alas, one cannot justify getting rid of a Barrell of Monkeys, even for a worthy cause like a charitable donation to Goodwill. You never know when you'll be in a situation where someone will need such a thing and I could be on hand to help.

I spent most of the day Saturday unpacking and arranging. I intended to spend the whole day doing so, but I have this disease where I can't stay in one place for too long. (It runs in the family - funny what sort of things are genetic/ingrained in personality from youth.) I can get a few hours of work in before I have to leave the house - even if it's just for ten minutes. This is the same disease that won't let me sit on the couch during television commercials and the same disease that makes me insane if I don't have a car at my disposal - just knowing it's there if I want to go somewhere comforts me. For such a laid-back soul, I have a lot of stir-craziness.

Posted by christin at June 12, 2006 12:59 PM | TrackBack
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hmm... I know the need to know that you have a car at your disposable if you need it... However, having the need means nothing. I need to have a car that solves the need and the comfort of knowing that the need is not there. Alas, no comfort. And I need you understand what I mean... like... ya know?

Posted by: Daniel Alders at June 12, 2006 06:55 PM
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