This afternoon, I went upstairs to start cleaning the study so I can have a workable workspace.
My study used to be downstairs, with the big desk, but reception for the wireless was always poor in there, and it’s chilly in winter, so I moved the desktop PC upstairs to the room that’s mostly been a spare room. When I got the MacBook, I started working other places around the house most of the time.
We’re also trying to downsize, so we’ve given away some of the huge furniture that we know isn’t going to fit into a smaller place. That means stuff taken out of desks and cabinets, waiting for a new home, whether that’s recycled, trashed, donated, or stored. But it all has to be taken care of.
My everyday working desk items that were taken out of the old desk are still in a box that’s sitting on my desk chair, which still needs to go upstairs. The file cabinets also need to go upstairs. Except there’s no room upstairs. It’s full of art stuff and boxes of yarn and craft materials. Shoe boxes full of old drafts. The desk that used to be David’s that nobody uses now. A closet full of off-season coats and jackets. All our sleeping bags. A marionette of a golfer that I bought on a business trip to San Diego when one of the boys — I don’t even remember which one — was young enough to think it was a great toy.
I’ve got to start somewhere. But everything I look at, something else has to move first to make room for it. I just don’t know where to start.
All right, enough whining for tonight. In the morning, I’ll suck it up and get something done…somehow…