y. A good meara is a thing of beauty. As is, you know, actual meara.

Awww thanks!

Purging is good. My problem tends to be there’s a lot of shit I’m like “sure, get rid of it!” But then I get hung up on can I trash it or recycle it or donate it or give it to someone on buy nothing who will want it or what. And it ends up in a pile, sitting there, not being purged at all.

And it ends up in a pile, sitting there, not being purged at all.

If a junk drawer were an entire house, that's our house.

Ugh just heard that across the street old man neighbor is a big ole racist. Not really sure about the reliability of the source though. Really hoping a family of color moves in next door.

I also heard that the are going to list the next door house at $350k. It’s 5br and 4 or 5 bath, so it may go for that but it seems high to me.

Ugh just heard that across the street old man neighbor is a big ole racist. Not really sure about the reliability of the source though.

Our neighbor (nicknamed "Republican Ron" to differentiate him from a different neighbor named Ron, who would sit on his front porch and whittle, earning him the nickname "Whittling Ron") had a confederate flag on his door, but his daughter made him take it down.

I feel like all the Black Lives Matter signs and Pride flags in the neighborhood really weed the bigots out. IIRC, Republican Ron has lived in his house since before the neighborhood got really diverse. But, y'know, that doesn't excuse a goddamn confederate flag.

My friend Sara countered her neighbor's Gadsden flag with a pride version of the Doug Flag, symbol of the Independent Republic of Cascadia.

Jim and I cleaned out the office Friday ahead of installing his new standing desk. I have promised Bev photos of the pile of packaging and the empty room. It has pretty much sealed the "we're gonna need movers next time" deal, but he's going to be so much more comfortable. And I've promised not to steal the balance board too often (I should just get a BoSu).

Nice purging and cleaning, people!

I made a big purge when I was finally recovered enough to have the stamina to clean up and donate all of the medical equipment, aids, and supplies that I no longer needed (that was a happy day. Well, it took two days to make the donation trips.), and then another big purge getting rid of a ton of clothes that no longer fit. And I've been very good about not buying too much new stuff, because... how much does one really need, wardrobe-wise during a pandemic? Turns out, not much.

And, you know, the funny thing is, I still only wear a small portion of what I own. The faves win every time. I mean, I'd vary it more if I were going into an office every day, but the outside world right now can't tell that I wear, like five pairs of leggings, four sweaters, and two button downs on heavy rotation. It's awesome.

All to say, I'm pretty well purged, so that's made packing easier.

Purging is good. My problem tends to be there’s a lot of shit I’m like “sure, get rid of it!” But then I get hung up on can I trash it or recycle it or donate it or give it to someone on buy nothing who will want it or what. And it ends up in a pile, sitting there, not being purged at all.

I just quoted this to Jim re: the office closet. The conversation then went like this:

I just didn't want to deal with it, but now I have a lot more reasons why not!

If you die before I do and leave me to deal with that closet on my own, I am going to be pissed, and I will come out and tell you ALL about it.

Don't worry, Zombie Me will come back and deal with it.

No you won't!

No, I won't; Zombie Me will come back and play on the PS5.

You'll have to go to Ken's, 'cause that's where it will be.

Well, he's not having any luck getting one any other way . . . .

All of the packing material is broken down; most of it can be recycled, though I'm hoping someone will take the cardboard for their garden and the other stuff for moving so I don't have to haul it down two flights.

Zombies is taking keeping-stuff-you-don't-need too far

dcp, my mother's Christmas cactus bloomed for Mother's Day for several years, IIRC we put it down to moving it across the country and confusing it. When it actually did bloom in December it was quite a treat!

I just wanted to take the weedeater out to get some of the weird stuff that grew too tall, and it's turned into a 2-hour saga of "I don't know if there's anything special we need to do with the batteries when you use the weedeater for the first time after the winter; let me spend 40 minutes googling to find out" and "I don't actually know if we need more weedeater string, but let me spend half an hour looking to see if I bought any last year" and "Well, that's stuff you really should mow rather than use the weedeater for."

Yeah, no. *I* am the one who does the yard work, so if I want to use the goddamn weedeater instead of the mower, I will. If you think the mower should be used, then YOU FUCKING DO IT OH WAIT YOU CAN'T. Also, I don't care about the batteries; this is fucking ridiculous. It's going to take me 10 minutes to do the actual weedeating, and the run-up has been TWO FUCKING HOURS.

Oh, wait, he just said "We could take a walk." NO TIM WE CAN'T I HAVE YARD WORK TO DO WHAT IS WRONG IN YOUR HEAD???