September 20, 2015

Universe always seems to know what I need and this morning it gave me Tim Walker.  Tim sat behind me in AP English in highs school at Lee before my accident (if I remember correctly, which I often don’t around those years).  The year following the accident I was no longer in AP anything, if that gives you a hint of where I was, but that is neither here nor there.  The bottom line is that Tim motivates me.  I feel guilty because all our conversations have me in a whiny position (This is my perspective, because I am in my head and know how I sound) asking this and that and how to do this or that.  Someday, I will not be that person.  Still, I needed to be that person this morning because I was feeling quite meh, thus Tim came to the rescue.  He gave me some advice on writing and how to actually create something.  This excites me, hence immediately after finishing with Tim, I got as far from pen and paper as possible and began cleaning (let’s not forget I have my capstone revision to work on).

I’m not even sure how that began.  Oh, wait!  It was the mouse!  I noticed the dogs both looking intently under the rack where all the sheets and towels are, so I knew the mouse was under there.  I immediately began moving things and then all the papers and such-what-not stacked on top of the filing cabinet fell and …the game was on.  The mouse ended up being a small white ball with hundreds of dimples in it, which suited me fine.  I threw on some Mother Hips and got busy.  I cleaned the rack up, sorted out old sheets and towels and cleaned out the file cabinet, organizing the file folders.  I still want to get rid of it, but I think now is not the time.  It will be useful for the next however long.  If Europe happens next summer, I’ll sell it then, if not, I’ll get rid of it at some point and find a smaller one. 

I contacted Joette to find out what was actually needed for the Valley Fire victims.  I doubted they needed a record player or a lithograph.  She reported back old cell phones, computers and winter clothes.  I don’t have that(other than the clothes), but I still want to see what can be done to help.  Maybe I could hold a Valley Fire garage sale and all the proceeds go to them…or the Butte fire.  Both are bad: 535 homes/347 outbuildings in the Butte fire and 888 homes in the valley fire.  Winter is around the corner, too.  

I noticed more holes where mice had moved the steel wool, so I repacked it.  They are nothing if not tenacious.  The back room is not very sound, at all.  I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned.  In the end though, it seemed I was simply repacking all the crap.  This is what gets me.  I don’t just want to get rid of things which have some value.  And there is not much room in this little house of under 1,000 sq feet.  It’s this stuff.  Stuff, stuff, stuff.  Gotta have stuff, right?

 

Finally, Mags and I sat down to a dinner I made and watching Doctor Who.  This was wonderful and I have fallen in love not only with Strax (again), but with Doctor Who as well. Yes, he’s older, but I always had a thing for older guys (even L was 9 years older).

Pictures:  This is the kind of stuff I have in this house: a map of Guadalajara in 1984 and prints of Pancho Villa's beckoning for soldiers; Two pictures I found the kids had drawn; Mags and Annie enjoying some Doctor Who.