A few more tasks

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Before getting ready for bed, I finished a few more tasks. A little straightening of the cave, a bit here, a bit there, and trash and recycling will go out as a last item. Gun cleaning, the .45 and the .22 rifle and pistol, was also completed. Actually, it was gun cleansing which lead to the neatening. I was looking for the brush for the .45. I had last seen it, as I remembered it, in the closet. The closet is about 5 or 6 feet long and deep enough to contain a dresser and it is fully open, having no doors or material covering it. That closet is quite full, if relatively neat. In going through it, I was able to optimize (a bit more than what it was) the objects in it. Some of the things in it were in the wrong place, so I put the misplaced items where they belong. That movement to the right places of bits and pieces lead to more organizing in other places, similar to the way a forest fire gets around I suppose. Bit by bit, I went through it, organizing, optimizing, and removing items that did not belong. I came to the end and still no barrel brush.

Aha! It was in with the gun stuff. Oh well, I feel better about the closet. And I did get the guns cleaned. They are nice and shiny with that good gun smell. The .45 needed cleaning the most. Chambering a round was getting a little rough. My strength did allow it, and easily enough, but it was noticeably cranky in the first of the pull and did not seat the bullet as easily and heavily as I like it. I knew it needed cleaned some time ago, long ago actually, but just ignored it. Now I have all I need to clean it, for sure, minus patches. I will get some tomorrow. I was going to get a few from my neighbor tonight, which I would gladly have paid for tomorrow, but he went to bed early. I think he wants to dream of gunland!

With the bathroom and wash area clean, the guns clean, and when I take out the trash, the place is looking pretty good. I need to do laundry, figure out the vacuum cleaner and actually use it, and do a minor restorative in the kitchen, and the place will be very good. I have been staying on top of things, for the most part. Far better than before. I want to do one more thing for my new life, get a filing system going. My last gal cum lady friend tried to get me started on that but it never took. Over the years, and thinking about it, then when I was moving and I was able to find paperwork for the move and goods I was giving away I really came to see the value of such a system.

Since I do not pay taxes, I have had so little reason for paperwork management that it never occurred to me to try. Beyond, until the last 5 years or so, I was in such bad shape that such a thing was so beyond silly that it did not matter. Hand a blind man a golf club, that is about the same thing. Yeah, I suppose you can trick out the ball with sound, and add musical flags, and all that, but it is pretty silly. Same here, all I needed to file stuff was a filing cabinet and someone else to do the filing. :p Now, perhaps, I can do that on my own. Hmm, actually I think I brought what she had started, both times. I might not need to buy a thing. What a gal. I suppose she deserves a little respect. She really did try. Still does.

Well, time to take out the garbage and tinker just a bit longer. I would really like to try and make it up by noon so that I might have time to make contact with the other renter, pay my rent, and check my mail. The mail room is just at the end of the apartments, I drive by it daily and sometimes more often, but I rarely check my mail. Then again it is mostly junk mail. I need a worm farm. Ha.

Good night, Looo-uise!