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I was doing laundry. Got some things folded. Towels, right. Then.. went to put them away. I have four huge drawers in the bathroom. One with towels. One with sundry. Two with... old and... well, stuff that needed to go. So, finally, today, it went.
I thought it would be a quick little shuffle, from one place to the bin. And, it was, and it wasn't. It took more time than I thought. How long should it take to throw things away? Quite a while, it seems. But it is done. Some cleaning is needed. But... they are empty. Nice. It's a start.
If I can sand them, I'll see about clear spray paint I have. If that is too old, I'll get fresh. IF I can sand them out. Just a rough sand, doesn't have to be pretty. Then paint them clear. It just... makes keeping them up easier. Or so I have heard.
As for laundry, I have the last load I will be trying to tend in the dryer, the rest is in baskets, ready to go up. Some socks will be going away, just too old. Shirts and pants will be folded, and put into airtight bags, for now. Pulled out when needed.
I need to get a shower. Brush my teeth. Maybe make more coffee. Obviously get dressed. Hmm, but I might take a bit of a rest, game for a while, then hit boxes. Another rest, then a shower? Sounds good. Trying to get the world sorted. It's taking time, but I might be back to it.
Oh, I'll tell you? Wool caps are so much better regarding odor. They... can get a musky, if worn long and hard. But they wash clear of it. And it takes some abuse for them to get a stink. I think I'll stick with these, toss out the synthetics.
Though, really, I need to get the drying wrack up. A metal joby, that folds in nearly flat, or pulls out between two and three feet. I have, or had, two of them? One up, for now, will do. Good for woolen socks, natural fiber unders, silk, and caps. Well, and sweaters, and such too. Just not a lot at once.
I'll get to gaming, then boxes, and... some other things. Sure am hungry. And blood sugar is being stupid high. Annoying. Later.
Yeah, gotta wash all my bedding after this last 'bout of night sweats. Clothes, I'm up on. Need to shave my head again, scared of the mess, will ponder.
ReplyDeleteI think I was tested yesterday and failed. I'd just pulled out 500$ for future stealth roadtrip. Saw a homeless guy with signs (too small to read, write bigger!) I could turn right and hand him a 20 or 50 depending on the vibe. I was going left but would pass there on my way out of the gas station, maybe give then. Station business completed, I was headed toward the "sign dude". I could scoot across the road to "give dude", then a panicked dog appeared in traffic. Medium build "Wiry" hair like a Scotish terrier only twice the size. Pure Panic! it was so distressed, I could see tags on its collar. normally mild traffic was insane that morning, I couldn't move. Panic dog finally made it to the side of the road and disappeared. Traffic prevented me from the "dude" but I could still check the dog... who ...I...never...saw ...again. If that was a test, I failed.
Seemed weird, "Dude isn't enough... Lets whip out the dog in 4-lane traffic" "Damn, he's a cold hearted SOB"
ReplyDeleteI've had lost dogs, found and reunited owners and dogs, even kept found lost homeless dogs. This one hurt and had that feel that I could help... but didn't. Then... nobody else did either.
Not sure what you are getting at. Exactly. If you tried, but the situation didn't allow it, there isn't more you can do.
ReplyDeleteWhen becoming catholic, I found that I was the problem. God was quite able, and willing, to forgive me. I had to let Him. When I did, life is so much easier. If you hold on to things that aren't yours, sin in my case, at least before God, or your inability to act, seemingly beyond your abilities to control, barring energy and time to do more? Then you are the problem, not the dog, the dude, my sins, or such. Let it go.
Or... don't. Stew. I did. For a decade or so. I consider my record clean, at this point, other than continued venal sins. I... have one I haven't quite been able to escape.
Though, I am not absolutely certain it is an escapable sin. So, I'm only partially convinced it is a sin? And, yet, I confess it. So be it.