Confessions of a One-Track Mind

It was cold last night. I didn't turn on the space heater, although I woke shivering before dawn and wished I had---but was too cold to get out from under the covers to do it. Dreamed about Susie...we had been to some scrapbooking sale, and she'd gotten a bunch of "theme" pages and she was talking about what pictures she was going to use them with. Bizarre, since that really wasn't the kind of crafting she was into.

Woke up cold and depressed. Added a long-sleeved pullover, which helped with the cold, but was freaking out about the house. My mom used to say, "A place for everything, and everything in its place", and I was looking around going, "Where? Where do I put that? Or that? All this STUFF, I don't even---!"

I did what any sensible person would do: I went back to bed and slept for another three hours.

I did not magically feel better when I woke up. More weird dreams...I had been given or rescued a little brown dachsund, and I was panic-stricken, because I knew I couldn't afford a dog. Also, he needed to be housebroken. Life or death, because I was staying with Mags Bennett (from Justified), and she was threatening to turn him into sausage if he crapped on her rug one more time. We were in an old house, recently inherited, that was all paneled in knotty-pine and the rooms ran together like a labyrinth.

Shifted some stuff around in the dining room---I swear, it never ends, I just DID the dining room, but of course, things come in from other areas while you work on them, or you set something down "just for a minute"---and pretty soon there's a fresh patch of clutter. Arrrgh!

Went back and forth, working out there, coming back here for a quick game of Staries...what snapped me out of my funk was looking at a slideshow of the quake/tsunami devastation in Japan. That prompted me to give myself a mental bitchslap. I'm worried about a few boxes and some piles of laundry? Pfft, that's nothing.

One of my 'zines shows what looks like a really cool project: A gift wrap organizer that's slotted neatly into one of those over-the-door type racks. I think it's a this one with bins 4 and 5 removed:



Nice, but I don't have $60. What I DO have is a 4-drawer file cabinet that's been sitting in the corner of my office, with only the top drawer accessible---until this week. Now I can actually get at it, and discovered that drawers 2-4 mostly have random stuff in them.

Gee, I think I can work with that. At the moment, my gift-wrap supplies have been divided between two picnic baskets, one for gift bags, the other for ribbons and tissue paper. I haven't yet scoped out how I'm going to utilize it, but hey, it's already paid for, I'll think of something.

It's been like discovering a time capsule---there's a big slice of life from 10-15 years ago. Pieces of fic and RPG stuff, letters from my former SIL, newspaper clippings, catalogues (Pottery Barn, Spring 1999), a sample of the newsletter I edited for a while, so now I've got a date I can use and build a resume that features that.

I haven't even been IN the living room yet today. Nor had breakfast, which is sounding more and more like a good idea.

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ETA: After brunch, I started tearing into the blockage in my bedroom, the pile o- stuff that's impeding my access to the closet. Looks like that's good for at least another bag. (The first eight are curbside already, go me.) Whacked myself across the shin with something while I was trying to get into a tight space, and dislodged the plug for the TV. Taking a breather, back at it shortly.

Thanks for the headphones, gwilliondream!

ETA II: Another bag at the curb, at at least one more between me and the closet. Why was there a cookie sheet under the pillows and pizza boxes?!

When you're up to your ass in alligators, it's hard to remember that your primary objective was to drain the swamp.
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