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???
{offers Teppy a fistbump of "It needs to be elsewhere for two days, the living room is fine, we do not need to find 'the right spot' for your blood pressure cuff or that box of business cards you've been saying you were going to scan for two years" solidarity}
I salute you from "Can we just spend ten minutes tidying something rather than spending four hours tackling the entire task, which of course requires cleaning the dust mop so we can use it, because ten minutes from now I'm going to regret bringing it up?"
I have weed-eaten. It took 10 minutes. The battery was fine. My husband lives.
God, I really *am* weak and tired after Covid. The weed eater is light, but my arms are shaking so hard right now. This post-Covid bullshit is indeed the bullshittiest.
Timelies all!
Tired and cranky this morning.(It doesn't help that Mr. S has been annoying for most of the day.) Went to the local kosher supermarket for Passover stuff for us and for my MIL. Tomorrow is my telework day, and I will be running my MIL's stuff to her house at some point. Whee.
