No, it isn't anything that you have done before, unless you're a cardboard hoarder like I am.
Yesterday was a bizarre day here at Casa de Cuckoo. Mondays are normally Shelley's day off and I so look forward to us being able to do something together. Whether that is junking or a special project or just going to have a cup of tea and talk. I know that this is gonna sound rude but, I don't really like to share her with her kids on "our" day together. After all, it was she and I before it was anyone else and us. And when we are one on one, it is just special.
Yesterday, at O dark thirty, her boss texted her and said he needed her to come in and cover a coworkers shift because her kids have strep (yikes). We wouldn't have had the day alone together anyway because the kids were off school, but I was looking forward to some Shelley time. Then I expected that the kids would be here. They decided to go to work with her because they are friends with the boss's kids and they would be there too. So the whole fam damily exited the building.
So I was up early and had the whole day to myself. What to do, what to do? Oh there were things I should have done, there were things that needed to be done and then there were things I'd put off doing for a long time. But none of those called to me. I sat and was quiet and did my meditations for a lot longer than usual. That felt good. I did my stretches on the back porch because I know that it will be too cold to do so soon enough, and that felt good. I checked my email and looked around on the computer but didn't tarry too long, and that felt good.
Still what to do? What should I be totally invested in here at the house? And then it came to me. On our trip, Joe and I had talked about things that haunt us because we ignore them and hope they go away rather than facing them straight on. You know, the kinds of things that are necessary probably only to yourself? So I boldly opened the garage door and stepped out into the chaos that eats my brain every time I go to look for something. I'd say that we are hoarders and I'd be speaking the truth. Especially me.
I have two stores on Etsy, neither of which is open right now but I did used to sell my arting on one and vintage on the other. I used to sell on Ebay. Sold a bunch of stuff on both sites. Bought and made more to sell, sold that. Bought things at the same time and I was going to do some "arting" for myself with it.....uh, not so much. I also got boxes from the postal service so that I wouldn't have to go searching for boxes all the time to send out. I also saved all the boxes that come in that would be useful.
People, I have a box fetish. I see a good looking box and I am butter. I save boxes. I covet boxes. I adore a good box. And they have taken over an entire section of said garage. They are so useful, utilitarian, and addictive.
Now keep in mind, I also have Shelley's moved here and never sorted stuff in the garage plus all of the holiday from hell items I have accumulated in my holidayaholic stupor for the past forty years. So you see why I go out to the freezer or the larder (pantry) with great trepidation and blinders on? I don't want to face the mess that haunts me.
But yesterday, I made a baby step towards recovery. I took every unopened bundle of post office boxes and put them in the back of my car to take back to the post office. I threw 80 percent of the saved boxes into the recycle bin and put it out to the street. Of course there wasn't enough room in the bin for all of them but I have them bundled with twine and will fill up the bin at least two more times.
I was exhausted but felt purged. And I won't look at the fact that I only touched the tip of the iceberg, no I will call the day a success and as soon as I can stand up straight without wincing with pain, charge on again to slay the dragon of hoarding. Today I shall lick my wounds and recharge my batteries.
Today I am listing a bunch of things on Craigslist and going that route so that I don't have to send things out in boxes. If they don't sell, then I will donate them to The Oscar Foundation for their fabulous garage sales to help defray major medical costs for pet owners who can't afford the needed medical attention for their pets.
People, it's a win, win, win for the Olde Bagg.