It’s the beginning of April, which means we’re in the home stretch.
In less than a month the waiting will be over, my pet will be visiting for the first time ever, and we’ll be seeing one another for the first time in nearly 1400 days. I’ve harped on this topic many times over the past 3 3/4 years, but thankfully I will be able to move on to other topics once the visit has arrived and we’ve put it into the books. Finally, we’ll be able to make forward motion again.
But, there’s still work to be done to get things ready on this end. My wife’s and my proclivity toward being both packrats and hoarders have made the house a mess. The two adjoining bedrooms upstairs where my pet will sleep need a good going over, and especially in the back bedroom, a good cleaning and sorting as it hasn’t had that in probably a good ten years. If I’m going to be brutally honest, there are things in that bedroom that haven’t been touched in twenty-two years, since we moved in back in November of 2000. Has it really been that long? Yes, yes it has.
So to be starting a different countdown, I have twenty-two days until my pet arrives. Considering moving out of a place people can do that in less than a week, this should be simple, but certainly, it’s not, since if it were I would have done this years ago. Matter of fact, I had a plan a year or so ago, where I was going to concentrate on one room of the house each month (I don’t have twelve rooms in the house, but I digress) and get it done by the end of the year. Yeah, that didn’t happen either. Best laid plans and all that. How do you get someone that’s used to putting things into a box and putting it aside to be brutal and throw away them instead? I’ve watched the show Hoarders, but we’re not to that point yet. There aren’t paths of piled up newspapers in the house, but on the other hand there are areas of the house where things are piled up, and there are boxes that haven’t been opened in decades. Matter of fact in one of the upstairs bedrooms, there’s a bird cage that hasn’t been touched (literally) since my wife’s cockatiel died. We just really don’t go in there and do what needs to be done. I don’t think in my own personal history we’ve had a garage sale. And we probably desperately need one.
Generally in my head the plan goes like this. Get home from work, and get cracking on sorting, cleaning and so on. How it really goes; come home from work, settle on the couch (because I’m pretty much spent from the go-go-go of work) and I’m done for the evening. I often wonder how my Dad managed to get home from work and do another 3-4 hours of chores around the house and property (when you have 2 1/2 acres of land there are things that NEED to be done ALL the time) when I’m exhausted at the end of my work day. But then I consider that he for the most part had a desk job (he worked at IBM) and I most definitely don’t. Just need to change the narrative I guess. Or admit that at 56 plus years of age I’m not as young as I used to be. But I can’t let it defeat me, I can still DO this.
I think I’ll start a progress posting schedule. See what I can get accomplished in the next week. It’ll give me the opportunity to post here more often (now that I figured out what was messing up the blog so that it was showing posts from last year only) and I can motivate myself to get the house squared away for company. Wish me luck!
Updates to follow.