Mark’s Notes On The Go

I must still be getting over last week’s 65 hours at work. It’s all I immediately have to explain tonight.

I got home about 6pm. By 7pm, I was just dragging. Close to 8pm, I decided I’d just lay down in the bed and rest and watch TV awhile. Shortly I decided, ‘Just a wee nap’ - I just woke up - almost midnight…

I RARELY take naps. That’s been a lifelong thing. When I was little, my Mom said she knew I was going to wake up with a fever and grouchy if I took a nap as I was actually sick.

Don’t think I’m sick. No fever…

But I could seriously go back to bed now without much effort (and shortly will).

I don’t think I’d have woken up if not for the nightmare I had about someone breaking into my blazer… I dreamed I was traveling somewhere and came out to find my clothes and personal effects strewn everywhere and my windows smashed out… I woke with a start and my bedroom slowly came into as much focus as is possible with the combination of TV lighting and not wearing my glasses. That’s when the dream faded away and I went downstairs and turned off lights, etc.

Okay, bedtime, wish me well…

Well, it got interrupted by Workfest… I pulled 65 hours this week… I was about ready to cry for awhile. I’m just not that dedicated to my work, but it had to be done to complete a project on time for a customer audit today. The audit, at least, I’m pleased to say went well. I should have collapsed into bed hours ago.

Instead, I sat around long enough that I began to sort through stuff again. My upstairs is packed with a bewildering amount of rubbermaid boxes. I’ve been dodging between them for a week waiting for the time to work again. I tossed a full dumpster this week. And the last time I went home I carried a big pile to charity.

And this is the one that may surprise some people, I even have a small pile of Transformers that I’m going to put up on e-bay in a couple of lots this weekend. I went through them with the idea that they had to MEAN something to me to keep them. I went through more than a couple of periods where a completist streak would hit me and I got figures that ultimately meant very little to me. Those will go up for dirt cheap and if they don’t sell, off to charity.

And I have another charity pile. I must go by goodwill tomorrow…

There are so many reasons for this purging.

• I’ve actually done this periodically in my life - I remember being 7 or 8 and systematically tossing things I had lost interest in. It’s kind of the bulemic version of packratting. I binge and purge.
• I’ve likely lived maybe a bit over a third of my life now (if I’m lucky) and if I continue at this rate - well, I’ll need a much larger house just for me by myself. Nevermind any hope of ever having room in my life for anyone else.
• I’ve had the notion for the last year that my future life may be a bit more nomadic. Nomads can’t have this much luggage.
• And I’m still considering the possibility of a room-mate situation down the road. Right now, it would have to be a room-mate a step above a transient since they could have no belongings of their own.

Many miles to go before I complete this purge. If it’s like last weekend, I’ll eventually hit a stopping point simply by having filled my garbage can..

Up late last night - wheeee!

As if it wasn’t enough I went to the Big Creek walking trail and put in nearly five miles, I came home and contined on operation purge. I just feel the need to winnow through my belongings. This is something that stretches back to childhood. With posessions, I must be something akin to bulemic, as I binge and purge. Right now, it’s the purge phase as I’m going through closets.

Last night, I pretty much wrapped up sorting through my comics. I have a small pile (about a short box worth in terms comic collectors would understand). As soon as I sort them out, I’ll see if I can unload them on e-bay. If not, away to charity. I’m also developing a charity pile on the guest room bed as this continues.

Slow going for photography class this week. Our assignment was for composition and I’ve had a hard time coming up with subjects. Light was bad Sunday when I went out. It wasn’t much better last evening. I took some half-hearted shots, but nothing that grabbed me and it shows when I look at the pictures. Hopefully I’ll get off in time to take a few pics of some flowers around the house and then it’ll be inside and setting up some objects around the house. I’d try for the cats but mine never sit that still.

Time to put the last of the crap on my face I have to do every morning and then out the door for work.