Sunday, November 16, 2008

hopeless clutter

Day 80 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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It’s just everywhere.

At least it is at my house, and I don’t think I’m alone on this one.

We started a cleanup of our basement - commonly referred to as “the dumping ground”. There is just so much “stuff”, I can’t help thinking of George Carlin’s (RIP) routine when I look at it.

My wife was told by her mother that, “it’s hopeless.”

Gee, thanks - way to inspire the troops Granny.

And so we started the grueling task of rifling through the stuff to see what needs keeping, dumping or recycling.

After one hour yesterday we could almost see a difference. It’s not hopeless, maybe closer to insurmountable. Sisyphus would be proud of our efforts.

We managed to build a pile of cardboard about two feet high, collect junk into two garbage bags, and thought, at least for a moment, we could actually see the carpet . . .

. . . but that may have been a dust or mold induced hallucination.

Today we will tackle some more.

In say, three months, we should have it under control.

Should, if more “stuff” would stop appearing to replace what we get rid of.

And with Christmas on the way - Oh, dear, not sure if we are going to get ahead of the tide.

Still, when somebody tells us something is “hopeless” it only spurs us on to prove otherwise.

Until tomorrow . . .

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