A day in my closet...

Here's how I spent my warm, sunny San Diego Saturday: In my closet.

My closet had gotten to be a veritable no man's land over the past few months. Late one night, while I was dozing off, I heard this loud crash and went in to find that one of the shelves (which were in there when I moved in) had collapsed, dumping the contents of the top of it on the floor. It was one of those grated shelves, designed to hang things from, like coats and pants. And they were all at a precarious angle. Since it was June or so and my July is as full and busy as one of those boats crammed with Cuban refugees (Remember those? Ahhhh...good times.), I knew it would be a while until I got to it.

And because of that little disaster, the rest of the closet--which is a very large walk-in affair, almost another (albeit very narrow) room--slowly slipped away from me. It had been about 5 years since I last gave it a thorough going-through and had become a classic case of "out of sight, out of mind," except I had to go in it every day to get stuff. And each time it made my skin crawl. I imagined little creatures camping in there, scurrying around. Unfortunately, they didn't take the time to straighten up.

Lately it had become almost hazardous to go in, as the piles of stuff--but no little creatures, don't worry, I live in a nice building--got bigger and more precarious. I found myself laying awake at night, wondering what my plan of attack to tackle the thing would be. And today, for some strange reason, I woke up around 8:00am and dove right in.

And it was an all-day affair, except for one large trip to a nearby Goodwill Store with bags and bags of clothes (why do I have so much crap I never wore or wore so seldom?) and various and sundry other items. Equally voluminous was the number of trips to the trash room. I think I deep-sixed about 15 bags of stuff with 2 more still sitting here. I also have another trip to Goodwill to make, this one with electronics stuff and books.

So, anyway, the closet now looks like I just moved in. There's lots of room to walk, I can get to my (much smaller) stacks of clothes on the shelves at the other end, and I'm going to ask the maintenance guy to come in next week and fix the broken shelf, because now I don't have to fear that someone other than me will go in there and never come out again.

That rope around my waist really helped.

Comments

[Pam]

Oh, I know this glorious feeling...free place..horay.....
wait half a year and tadaaaaaa...the closet will be full again, cause that little creatures can`t stand room without mess....
sigh, you`ll see, you`ll see