Huzzah! The Title is Found!
I think there are between five and six thirty gallon trash bags sitting outside right now, that’s not counting the two boxes full of magazine bits; the garbage from my closet and office. I’ve thrown away approximately half of the closet contents at this point. The mess that was on the bed, well, it’s all taken care of. I’ve actually turned the bed onto its side, reducing the likelyhood of just tossing things onto it. All of those plastic boxes from the lounge closet have found a new home in the office closet, and get this… there is still room for about four more plastic storage boxes in there!
The best news is that I finally found the long-lost title to my very old Subaru. While a replacement could have been procured at almost reasonable expense, I never bothered with it. Thankfully, having found that damned piece of paper, I will now be able to actually get rid of that festering hunk of metal in the driveway.
All those back issues of Art News, Popular Photography, Outdoor Photography, and Studio Photography & Design are being turned into little excerpts instead of space-hogging full magazines. I apparently feel that of all those magazines, that took two bookcase shelves and a couple boxes, the only articles of lasting worth come up to being about an inch thick stack of excerpts. In theory I will eventually index and file those away, heh.
Oh, related to that, I finally purchased the file frames to turn my giant Hon four-drawer filing cabinet into something useful. I can’t stand the idea of just having folders in a drawer, even with the slide-up backer thing, it just seems ridiculous; I’m a hanging-file sort of boy. Amazing that it cost me a mere $12 to actually convert all four drawers to hanging-file glory… I should have done that a long time ago.
I haven’t actually filed anything yet, hah, but it is definitely on the agenda. I have a magazine file full of “to be filed” items. I figured it was best to gather up everything that needs to be filed, that way I can get the whole system started straight off. I actually don’t so much need to start the system, as I have my overflowing two-drawer already; unfortunately I’ve not really used it much because it was, well, overflowing. The spectacular increase in filing space should help considerably.
Someday I hope to actually get that old twin bed out of my office, it’s completely unnecessary at this point given we have a true guest room these days. Once the bed is gone I’ll hopefully be able to summon the finances to get a big ol’ desk to go along the wall, wrap around the corner, and then along the other wall. My plants take up almost all of the area on my blue table, my actual desk, the quasi-antique, is on the smallish side, just enough room for the keyboard, mouse, lcd, and a cup of coffee.
So yay, giving up smoking, prompting me to clean, prompting me to organize, being more of a neat-freak again, finding things inside that help clean up the outside.
This is day fourteen without a single puff on a cigarette. Matthew is going on nearly three weeks without a cigarette, my mother hit the one week mark, and my brother Matt is also several days smoke-free at this point. I’m so glad it has worked out that everyone agreed to quit around the same point in time, it’s like a little support group.
