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⌈ Secret Post #5322 ⌋

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Re: Vent thread

[(Anonymous)]

AYRT--Don't complain about your long unstructured comment, look what you're replying to!

I have a list of things I do every week--laundry, dishes, groceries, cleaning the cat box, going around my house and yard (as 2 separate tasks) bagging trash, and then again through the house for recycling.

Honestly having a full time job made me worse at keeping stuff clean and better at not hoarding, because I don't have much time to either clean or buy stuff to hoard, so it's more a matter of convincing myself to throw old worn out things out than stopping myself buying new things. But when I worked three days a week I used one day off to tackle inside the house, one to work in the yard, one to become one with the couch and read/watch tv/do nothing, and one to go hiking/run errands. Compressing all that into two days is hard, and I never feel rested enough.

I stopped buying most physical books years ago, as much as I love them, to avoid being buried alive in an earthquake or something. There's only one thrift store within walking distance and I only go when I need something instead of every week.

The pandemic made my food hoarding worse but I didn't fill the house with toilet paper, and one of my every week tasks is to toss anything past its prime.

It must be genetic somehow; my dad had to help his younger brother build custom shelves into his walls because the weight of his record collection started to cave the floor in, and my poor aunt is super patient with him accumulating stuff and setting boundaries. He figured out online selling and is happy to see some of his records go to good homes.

His older brother had the house entirely full of books--mostly cookbooks--when he died.

I've tried setting a timer to do things and I get a lot done for awhile but eventually, even using 15 minutes on, 30 minutes off, my brain bluescreens, and I don't have energy left for the stuff that's habitual like dishes and laundry.

I, er, actually loathe minimalism on top of the brain chemistry stuff. My mom was a neat freak and threw out stuff as punishment and whenever she decided I didn't need something anymore, and dad was both super messy and unorganized and committed to the idea that everything had to earn its keep and owning too much or anything for aesthetic reasons was evil.

When my life is going well and I have free time, I have the mental bandwidth to bag up and toss worn out stuff. Things that break past usefulness are easy to part with, too. The only stuff I own I don't use up or until it disintegrates is hobby supplies and books, hence piles of fabric and craft supplies and costumes.

And my cat came in! Phew. She's absolutely covered in scabs and itching like crazy, wherever she's been she picked up five zillion fleas. She can't have another flea med dose until the end of the month. Made an appointment for her to get allergy shots this Friday. Called the dentist, got an appointment for this afternoon. Not looking forward to it, but my last appointment was six years ago so... if I have the energy (and money, sigh) after the dentist I'll go get the plumbing stuff.

Speaking of long rambling comments, heh.