Something, Anything: A Place for Everything

Yes, yes, yes, it has been a long time. Figured I ought to just post something to keep the wheels turning. And this is going to be a quick one because I’ve got to go to work and eat breakfast. Not in that order; I’m ready to fall down because of low blood sugar.

Why the long wait? There was a few weeks in which Charlie and I were traveling—Boston for Walter’s wedding, and Austin for the Kofax Transform ’08 Conference—and since then it has been all about catch-up. Getting the books in order again. Getting my home in order again.

Do I hear a snigger? All right. The truth is I’ve been saying that I need to organize the place ever since I bought it in March of 2006. This time it’s different. Perhaps the more accurate description would be that I need to put the house back together after (a) the HOA’s plumber’s work on the building required that I move everything out of the laundry room and out from under the kitchen and bathroom cabinets, and (b) the travel, where the only time I was here was to unpack and repack. The good news is that I put all the displaced stuff on those industrial strength rolling wire racks, so moving it around was easy. The bad news is that the only place to put the racks were in the living/dining area.

So. The last week has been processing stuff. Finding homes for things that didn’t have homes even before the plumbing work started. Sorting through a mound of mail. Deciding what goes and what stays and where the hell do I put the stuff I need to hang on to but I’m not ready to act on yet? Like the care package of CDs for Piper and Laurel. There’s room in the box, but I haven’t had time to assemble the rest of the items to go in the box and bring the box to the post office. If it goes in the garage, I may never remember it again. If it stays in the living room, it just clutters the place.

All that being said, I’m finally down to the home stretch of phase one: almost everything is generally where it’s going to stay. Then the wire racks can go into the garage and I’ll have my home back. Woo-hoo!