Cures What Ails You
I've still got the wild brain, and furious scribbling, which has taken on a life of its own. That aside, the dumpster I requested has just been delivered. Seeing that dingy metal box out there in my driveway fills me with happiness.
Judging from the explosion of thoughts I'm having, and the explosion of crap in my house and yard, I've been hoarding. I've always been a bit of a pack rat, although I'm not very sentimental about the stuff I stash away. I just seem to accumulate piles.
With each trip to the dumpster, I'm feeling lighter and more open. The ideas flowing from my head to paper are having the opposite effect. Ideas bring more ideas. Skeleton plans need fleshing out. There are apparently things I need to unload, however insignificant or unlikely. I am cleaning all my houses.
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My younger sister got one of those smaller dumpsters (like the kind you see behind Circle K) for my parents house. She got it for a month with weekly pickups. This way my parents (and her) can go through stuff gradually. And when it gets picked up it's gone. No going back. It's tough unloading items you've had forever.
Posted by: Grace | June 21, 2005 1:48 PM
When you are done cleaning your house(s) you are more than welcome to come to mine and use up the rest of that energy!
Posted by: buffi | June 21, 2005 3:56 PM
We just set up a "plan" to go through one room a week (or so) and just PURGE all this crap from our lives. Might not be a bad idea to rent a dumpster, yo. Once again, I am inspired by the ring master.
Sweet.
Posted by: Elainr | June 21, 2005 4:15 PM