Repeated Ad Nauseum
Sep. 24th, 2007 10:22 pmSame ole song and dance. I'm tired of hearing myself type about this. *sigh* Yet it helps to bring it yet again to the forefront of my mind. It's cooled off enough that I can stand to spend time up yonder. And I'm home enough that after a day or so of recovery from adventuring I'm still home and can get to work on stuff 'round here rather than head out again for more adventures. (Yes, I'm fully aware that much of my running around is to avoid what else I have to do.) [Feel free to insert appropriate synonym for "adventure(s)" above, 'cause I'm too tired/lazy to do so but it's still bugging me.]
Spent some more time up in the attic today. It's become the final repository for my stuff still in boxes. I don't need all this crap. I don't want all this crap. What shall I DO with all this crap and stuff and things?
I'll say no more now. I've gone up there and spent some time and done some work and made some preliminary decisions or at least have generated glimpses of possibilities of modes of attack, of theories of dispersion. Herein lies my problem: until I know what to do (have a goal), it's difficult knowing/figuring out how to do it (satisfy the goal). This should be obvious...and sometimes is. Progress remains glacial, but the ice caps're starting to thaw. One day soon perhaps I'll get sick of it all and Flame On, melting it all, 'cause water-damage'd be a fine excuse to chuck it ALL. Fire's just too scary to contemplate/fantasize about.
One final thought (HA!): You know how a gas will expand to fill whatever container it's in? Well, my stuff seems to have taken on this same gaseous quality. How else can one possibly explain how all this crap that now fills a 3-bedroom house w/large basement once fit into my 1-bedroom apartment w/1-car garage in which I parked a car? It's inconceivable.
Spent some more time up in the attic today. It's become the final repository for my stuff still in boxes. I don't need all this crap. I don't want all this crap. What shall I DO with all this crap and stuff and things?
I'll say no more now. I've gone up there and spent some time and done some work and made some preliminary decisions or at least have generated glimpses of possibilities of modes of attack, of theories of dispersion. Herein lies my problem: until I know what to do (have a goal), it's difficult knowing/figuring out how to do it (satisfy the goal). This should be obvious...and sometimes is. Progress remains glacial, but the ice caps're starting to thaw. One day soon perhaps I'll get sick of it all and Flame On, melting it all, 'cause water-damage'd be a fine excuse to chuck it ALL. Fire's just too scary to contemplate/fantasize about.
One final thought (HA!): You know how a gas will expand to fill whatever container it's in? Well, my stuff seems to have taken on this same gaseous quality. How else can one possibly explain how all this crap that now fills a 3-bedroom house w/large basement once fit into my 1-bedroom apartment w/1-car garage in which I parked a car? It's inconceivable.
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