I have this odd feeling of Deja vu today. I'm getting ready to start thinking about cleaning house and finally getting organized. I do this thinking thing often and don't make much progress, so perhaps the sensation I feel seems so like a real experience, but is merely the repetition of one more day of procrastination. I did make a bit of progress yesterday. I purged my paper files from my too-huge four-drawer file cabinet that stands hulking at the back of my walk-in closet. That resulted in a trash bag full of paper with either my name and address on it, or my social security number and/or medical information. Then, whilel I was watching The Daily Show and Colbert, I separated my name from those papers. Now I have two piles of papers to dispose of: those with no identifying markers and those with. I'll toss the one bag in the recycle bin and shred the other. So far, so good. It did amaze me to find Vet records (for my long dead cat) from my days in Santa Barbara with my Cliff Drive address on them. And it also amazes me to realize that it's still hard to part with evidence that I once lived on Cliff Drive in Santa Barbara. I wish I still did. Salt Lake is not my favorite place, especially this time of year.
My plan is to go through all the crowded storage areas in my tiny cottage. This means getting rid of old crap so I can make room for my favorite crap, thus making it appear I have less crap, since it will now be in storage spaces and out of sight. This is how I unclutter my space. I know it's just an illusion, but I think I'll feel better once it's done. I live in a space that's only 450 sq feet and I have five stuffed book cases taking up a lot of room. That will never change, but I need to weed out the books I'm not likely to reread and iether move them to the big house or take them to the book exchange for future credits. That way I can take the books in baskets scattered around the floor space and put them in book cases. I think this is a version or robbing Peter to pay Paul. I'm fully aware that this phenomonon is in operation throughout my life. Paul is happy but Peter is about to start squawking.
I should take pictures of this process, but it's a little embarrassing to put my clutter on full display. So I'll just leave you with this little gem ~ my bookcases. Soon, I'll take you in the closet with me.
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