Despite the previous few posts about the cottage, we are of course back in Guelph, Brenna and I. Today was a cleaning day.
Big cleaning.
Last week the landlord asked us to clean out the basement. Over the weekend he hauled away five truckloads of the neighbours' junk. A few minutes ago he took away my single truckload, mostly empty boxes, some obsolete computer components, a monstrous CD tower, a broken chair, and a few heavy boxes of magazines.
Magazines. I've saved them obsessively for years. I can't afford to carry the weight of them anymore. I need to simplify my life, which partly depends on ejecting the detritus of too many years saving things. To the dump went hundreds of Canadian Geographics, National Geographics, cooking magazines, who knows what else, probably a fortune, but I haven't the patience to sort and figure out how else to dispose of them. A whole box of the Hanover Post from 1989 to 1991 when I worked as a reporter and columnist. I haven't looked at them since. What use are they?
I refused to handle two large boxes of Scientific American that got hit by sewage when the pipes burst two years ago. They're still in the basement, and the landlord can decide what to do with them. That filth is not my problem.
I only saved one box of old National Geographics, and a collection of Harrowsmith. I've reduced my basement storage pile by two-thirds.
Brenna and I also spent two hours cleaning the bedroom. We moved the double futon bunk, cleared all the litter underneath and vacuumed. I bet that's the second time I've vacuumed there in eight years. We sorted through a pile of boxes that filled one corner of the room, throwing out a number of books that were in bad shape. From that room we added four more boxes of junk to the truckload. I left the old TV on the curb, but without hope. People around here don't stop for junk.
The bedroom still needs work, but a lot of clutter, both physical and psychological, has cleared.
I purposely did this when Brenna was around. She made helpful decisions about books, clothing and whatnot. Also, she saw my grandmother's mantle clock destined for the dump and persuaded me to save it. She didn't know who it came from, only that it looked interesting and valuable, even though it doesn't work. One small concession to nostalgia.
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Date: 2006-08-09 11:35 pm (UTC)we'd love to see you and Marian, Van.
whenever it fits into your travelling plans.....;-)
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Date: 2006-08-12 07:19 am (UTC)Here's an idea
Date: 2006-08-10 03:31 am (UTC)Re: Here's an idea
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