Reorganizing is not fun
At my sons birthday party not long ago, my dad made an offhanded comment about how disorganized my basement is. My basement is my office and playroom, there are 4 computers their monitors, 3 desks/workstations several bookshelves and assorted other items in general disarray.
I have been planning to reorganize for some time now, I am out of space so either I need a bigger house or I need to reorganize. My dad’s comment was just the push I needed to get off my backside and get the task done.
It was not an enjoyable task, it took more than 24 work hours over the weekend. It was sweaty dusty work. I am allergic to dust so that made it even worse. There was much coughing, sneezing and wheezing.
The total plan my wife and I came up required me to move some stuff to the upstairs from the basement and more stuff from the main floor into the basement. My wifes secret motive is to get a treadmill to fit where she can watch television while going nowhere.
I generated about 11 bags of trash from the basement, some of the stuff I did not even look at. If I did not know what was in the box and the box was a couple of years old; then out it went. A lot of stuff just went out to the curb with the big free sign on it. Only one thing from that pile remained.
The biggest problem I have is that I don’t know where anything is anymore. You would think I would know because I put it there but I moved just about everything. I go to get a reference book and I have to hunt. I print something and get halfway across the basement before I realize its not there anymore (I’m pretty Pavlovic).
Now that its done, I am glad I did it. I have considerably more room upstairs and down, the house looks big again. Guess I don’t need to move to get more room for my stuff and my kids s%*t. (I know lame Carlin reference)