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vaneramosDanny has to work tonight but we're spending the weekend in Guelph so I can address one of the major decluttering projects. So far it has gone well on the micro scale (I've established the habit of taking something down to the dumpster every day, and it has begun to make a superficial difference); not so well on the macro. Of the six major epicentres of disorder I have only eliminated one, the baking supplies. It seems unlikely that I will be able to handle the other five in April, but I'll do my best.
This weekend I will take a crack at the worst one: the pile of boxes in my front room, which has not been penetrated since moving day, August 1, 2009. It is a big tough one, containing things like photo albums, art paper and office supplies. Things that take up space without being useful, or remain useful only in my imagination. I can't eliminate the pile. I probably can't even get through all the boxes this weekend. I'll consider it a success when I can see where the pile ends and the rest of my apartment begins.
We just got in from Toronto less than two hours ago. I had two days of work moving a retired lady's house organ from a house to a condo. We worked until almost 6 both days: constantly on our feet, carrying heavy stuff, taking the organ apart, putting it back together. I have moving-day style exhaustion. No work tonight, early to bed.
This weekend I will take a crack at the worst one: the pile of boxes in my front room, which has not been penetrated since moving day, August 1, 2009. It is a big tough one, containing things like photo albums, art paper and office supplies. Things that take up space without being useful, or remain useful only in my imagination. I can't eliminate the pile. I probably can't even get through all the boxes this weekend. I'll consider it a success when I can see where the pile ends and the rest of my apartment begins.
We just got in from Toronto less than two hours ago. I had two days of work moving a retired lady's house organ from a house to a condo. We worked until almost 6 both days: constantly on our feet, carrying heavy stuff, taking the organ apart, putting it back together. I have moving-day style exhaustion. No work tonight, early to bed.
