Following up on my previous post about how hard it is for me to take out the trash. After 60+ days of confinement I am now ready to reclaim a bit of organization and sanity in my living space. It has moved beyond trash.
My recycling is now an issue, but it’s not my lack of follow thru. My neighbors have all used their stimulus checks to purchase all that online shopping and contactless delivery can provide. Including furniture. The area around the dumpster and the recycling bins is covered in boxes. From mattress size, draped across the recycling bin, to a tottering pile of assorted Amazon debris. I can’t get to the bins to deposit my odd bits. Even if there was room for my stuff which there isn’t. The recyclers can’t get to the bins either. So the pile never diminishes. I can’t help but think it would make a great set for a futuristic apocalyptic play. A limbo filled with empty boxes.
While taking out my ever expanding pile of recycling would help, my apartment would still be chaotic. I brought home a computer, files, note books, and sewing projects from work when we left in March. My tiny desk/table has 2 computers, a sewing machine, and my breakfast on it. All papers, notebooks, bills, recipes (because we are all cooking more, right) and the like have been banished to a shelf behind the desk, compartmentalized into piles. My sewing supplies have been assigned space on the table where I put flowers when I have them. Knitting projects have been allocated half of the coffee table. They are not very good at respecting space and keep creeping over to my Zoom conference area. This is a pile of large books and my yoga block that raise my computer to the right height so I can be seen in the Zoom frame.
I can see the puzzled look on your face. Turns out the only place in my apartment that has the right lighting is at one end of the coffee table. Anywhere else I am either back lit in silhouette or so bright my face dissolves into a glowing otherworldly being.
Now that I am home all the time those crazy making things that I mostly ignore until I can’t have become even more annoying. The time to purge and deep clean is now. This results in more bags of stuff that needs to go away. Only the places that take donations are closed for the foreseeable future. The bags are currently hanging out near the front door with my pile of boxes from my online shopping. Here’s to believing I will be able to get rid of them before I become an episode of hoarders.
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