The big sort
Jun. 24th, 2007 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
innocent_lexSunday afternoon is almost gone, and how is my 'sorting' list?
- putting things where they should be, aka tidying up [somewhat done]
- relegating other things to the garage until I have time to take them to the dump or burn them (my poor shredder is never going to survive the monumental amount of stuff that needs shredding) [not done]
- organising my bits-and-pieces (gadgets, cables, medicines, jewellery, make-up, stationery, etc) in such a way that I can find them again when I need them
- finishing off the washing and drying, then putting various sheets in boxes until I need them again
- bringing the last of the books, CDs and DVDs back into the house from the garage
- taking apart an extraneous set of shelves and dumping them in the garage for now [not even close, yet]
- cleaning the bathroom
- categorising a whole load of other assorted crap as 'rubbish' and dealing with it accordingly [nope, not yet]
"other stuff that I'll think of later" has included:
- put away beds in spare room
- put bags of clothes in garage to go to dump
- put all rubbish out [bin outside is overflowing, as are recycling boxes. Oops]
- clear everything off stairs so I don't risk my life every time I go up or down them
- take boxes of stuff out of lounge cupboards and put where they belong, so I can put away other things that are currently sitting out
- sort out airing cupboard
Anyone who reads this would be forgiven for thinking my house is one big dumping ground. As those who've been here can attest, it's only partly a dumping ground, and getting better every week I manage to do something else that means there's less crap in the house. This is all evidence that I'm a recovering hoard-aholic.
While I feel good about how I've done with all this stuff, I'm also pretty sure I've put my back out in a way that means I need to make several appointments with the osteopuncturist, aka 'the lady with the needles'. Such is the life of a singleton who can't afford to pay people to hang around the house and do my bidding.
- putting things where they should be, aka tidying up [somewhat done]
- relegating other things to the garage until I have time to take them to the dump or burn them (my poor shredder is never going to survive the monumental amount of stuff that needs shredding) [not done]
- taking apart an extraneous set of shelves and dumping them in the garage for now [not even close, yet]
- categorising a whole load of other assorted crap as 'rubbish' and dealing with it accordingly [nope, not yet]
"other stuff that I'll think of later" has included:
Anyone who reads this would be forgiven for thinking my house is one big dumping ground. As those who've been here can attest, it's only partly a dumping ground, and getting better every week I manage to do something else that means there's less crap in the house. This is all evidence that I'm a recovering hoard-aholic.
While I feel good about how I've done with all this stuff, I'm also pretty sure I've put my back out in a way that means I need to make several appointments with the osteopuncturist, aka 'the lady with the needles'. Such is the life of a singleton who can't afford to pay people to hang around the house and do my bidding.
