Well, I woke up all prepared to move stuff to the storage unit, but I just couldn’t — I did manage to throw away some junk, and move some stuff out of the closet (preparatory to it being stored or given to Goodwill). Instead the wonderful weather enticed me into going for a drive. As always I ended up being on the road too long and by the time I got home I was ready to consign the rest of the people who infest Central Florida’s roadways to perdition. (I’m looking at you, Mr. Assrider Semi-Driver Man. I don’t exactly hope you roll over into a roadside swamp, but if it happened while you were attempting to hurry some other subcompact car up the two-lane blacktop because you have people to see and places to pee in, you’d deserve it.) As for where I drove — let’s just say I did it for Earth Hour. That’s a little more carbon in the atmosphere for Gaia!
And I’ve come to a conclusion about my wardrobe. As I complained later to a friend of mine (alas loaded down with problems of her own so all she can do is be an ear), it’s as if all the clothing and bed linen and such in my possession has gotten together and had babies or something — I am weighted down with way too many blouses, dresses, etc. that I never wear anymore. Before I am kicked out of this place I plan to take care of that little problem.
I have also decided to give the bulk of my second-hand, now third-hand, furniture to Goodwill or the equivalent. Anyone in the Central Florida area with a truck who is willing to come and get the stuff — the couch, the armchair, the large coffee table, the dressers. I am going to keep my desk, and hopefully sell the bed, but both those were new — just about everything else can go. (Don’t worry — I am keeping something to sit on, a couple of end tables to use, etc. I will have to sleep on the futon on the floor for a while but that will be a temporary arrangement in my life, hopefully. Once I get re-established in a place of my own somewhere else I will hopefully be earning enough at some job to be able to get new stuff from the Ikea store, which has nice cheap stuff.)
Anyway, it occurred to me, finally, that my needs really are simple: I don’t need an elaborate sitting area for all those dinner parties I never throw, and those kaffee-klatches I never host. I can do what I do — eat, sleep, watch tv, read, work on the computer — in one room. So my next apartment will be some sort of studio set up. The only studio I’ve actually lived in was way too small for comfort, but I’ve done research and they do come in larger sizes than 288 square feet.
Oh well, that’s all in the future. Right now my main worries are 1) finding a job, and 2) not getting thrown out of my apartment. As always your donations are appreciated — do you know that if everyone who read my site and the other two sites I host donated just five or ten dollars each I could probably live off the proceeds for months? I could actually seriously think of writing full-time instead of staring at a computer screen after 8 hours of work day wishing I still had the strength to think of something to write. Then again, I haven’t done much writing of significance since I was laid off, but I was preoccupied with the increasingly quixotic effort to find someone who wanted to employ me…
(Added: okay, I’ve edited this about five times. Enough! Any more mistakes are just going to stay there.)
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