Spring is in the air.
Note to self: When ordering take out from Surin, never order the coconut soup. It only comes in one size, and that size is seven gallons.Having no family-related Easter plans this weekend (i.e. no traveling) and in the spirit of the season, I’m spending this gorgeous day in my sweatbox of a room cleaning instead of hammocking the day away in the cool breeze. Laundry and vacuuming are easy enough, but I’ve also decided to tackle the Great Closet Organization of ‘08. I’m a bit of a pack rat, so every tiny item that’s fallen into my possession since high school is unceremoniously crammed into random boxes in my closet. The list, maestro:
event tickets, shoes purchased from Target worn once before being permanently shelved for giving me blisters, unused pillows and lamps, various power cords for electronic devices, the crappy 8-year-old PC I used in college, CD-R spindles loaded with music mixes and hard drive back ups, plastic kids’ meal toys, art supplies, unworn boy-cut shirts from work, piles upon piles of unsorted mail and shoe boxes filled with whatever (photographs, VHS tapes, winter accessories.)
It wasn’t such a hassle until roommate’s boyfriend moved in and annexed the spare closet downstairs. At least seven purple rubbermaid boxes and a dozen assorted shoe boxes in various levels of capacity are occupying all the precious walking space in my walk-in closet. The pack rat comment and mention of Spring cleaning might lead you to assume a mass exodus of crap, but to the contrary: this is a mission of consolidation. Sure, some things will go, like the ripped-beyond-repair jeans and magazine scraps from my collage phase. Most of it, however, gets a, “Well, maybe one day…” approving nod before being sorted into the designated, categorized storage container.
The pile of unsorted mail is patiently waiting on the coffee table to be filed while the sheets dry, but I am sorely unprepared for this. I need to charge my iPod and make a Coke Zero run. 5 months ago