Every so often, I get in the mood to clean out stuff I longer use, in the hope that I will reduce the amount of clutter and mess in my apartment. Last night, I started to tackle some of the mess "hidden" in the living room and dining areas in order to make the place look more inviting for guests I hope to have one day.
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When I awoke this morning, I had a living room, dining area, and bedroom in a complete state of mess. I had found that I stored carpet remnants that I would likely never need anymore in a place which would be better served if it were accessible for other purposes. So I unearthed them from some storage containers, starting the process of filling garbage bags to be taken to the dumpster. At the same time, I decided to fill other storage containers with clothes (mostly suits and other male clothing that no longer fit me) that can be donated to charity. In this donation pile, I included two ridiculously expensive made-to-measure suits that I wore once or twice, and will likely never fit into again. Even now, 35 years later, I wouldn't pay this much for 2 suits. But I had dreams of "going places" way back when, and I had loved a gal (CSN) who made me feel that I could grab the "brass ring" of life at an early age. Alas, this didn't happen, and I still live in the same place in which I lived way back when. Since I've discussed CSN in prior posts, I won't go into our history again, except to say that she and her faily are remarkably hard to research via free online tools.
There was a lot of stuff that I needed to move and to toss out. Most of a first batch fit into a couple of storage containers, and will take up a lot of space in my car until it makes its way to either the Salvation Army or to the GLBT Center's thrift store. Although the apartment looks messier than it did before, I feel that it has more usable space for me to work with. There are paperbacks and hardcovers I now can get at, and now I can sort through them to make even more space on my bookshelves.
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Once I got out and about, I took some stuff to the dumpster before getting something to eat at the local pizzeria. It was a smart thing to do, because the co-op board meeting lasted longer than I would have liked. As much as I'd like to say something about this meeting, I'd be derelict in my duties to the co-op. Hopefully, I'll be able to say something about what is going on when the decisions we are making now have public consequences. Until then, all I can do is to try and say things in private where loose lips won't get me into trouble.