Progress

It's really hard to believe what I took to Goodwill this morning. Apparently I have a fifth dimension in my apartment, something like the TARDIS, Dr. Who's call box, his telephone booth that had a massively huge spaceship inside it once you stepped in.

The entire Escape was filled, and I just took another load of stuff down to the recycling room. I also got the filing cabinet and bathroom cabinet taken care of; I decided that since I hadn't heard from Andrew it was "no thanks" to all things offered, so I put them on Craig's list. The ink hadn't even dried on my ad for them (I was offering them for free) before I got a call and let them go.

I immediately took the two ads down, but apparently "Delete" and "Confirm Delete" didn't mean what I thought it meant to Craig's List as I continued to get calls. I came out of my movie with my Mother (Mama Mia!) and found eight voice mails from people asking about it. I went to her house to get some bags I could use for putting more stuff in for Goodwill (despite my wagonload today, I know I'll have more) as well as some more boxes and logged onto Craig's List to see if my ads were still there.

And...they were.

So then I had to hassle with them because the site kept saying I didn't have an account. Given that I've created one before -- twice -- and logged in this morning (you can post without an account, but I know I had one), it kept saying no account could be found under my email, nor could my email be found in their system.

Quite strange. Given they emailed me two confirmation emails this morning after I posted my ads.

But I've made huge progress today. The trip to Goodwill, first, then I went around and took down all my hanging and framed pictures, in order of size. Then I boxed up the medium and small ones, and went around and pulled out all of the nails from the wall. A few I couldn't reach as furniture makes it too hard to get to them, so I'll just get them later. And then, after a slight snooze on the couch, I boxed up all my books. Tomorrow I think I might do the knicknacks in my living room and bedroom.

I know it sounds like I'm being hoisted out of here within a few days, but I honestly don't know when I'm moving -- just that it's soon. I feel like this scene from Spaceballs:



Like Lord Dark Helmet, I have no idea, either, when my then will be now or when my now will be then ... or... when my now will be now or my then will be...uh, then.

Whatever.

Anyway.

They did say it could be next month, but as all this transpired on July 31 (the car and the decision to move), I don't know if she meant August or September. But she did also say that a unit could open "soon", and so that could mean my then could be now soon at any time...er --

What I mean is that I could get a call sooner rather than later, and I'd rather be as packed up as possible.

I won't have time to work on my place next Friday or Saturday, as Friday is our company trip (we're going to Cannon beach for the day), and then Saturday I have a four hour workshop, then in the evening I have a talk to go to. Plus Friday night my friends are having a CD release party for their new album.

And so I'd rather just get as much done this weekend since I'm out those two days.

Anyhoo...I now have 9 boxes in my office, two of which are stuff from my filing cabinet. And the funny thing is, as I've been going through my stuff the common thought popping into my head has been, "Why have I been keeping this?!"

Now it's time for a tasty sandwich and beer from the store. (That's my brother's influence on me, and such a meal is commonly known as an "Andrew Special.)

Here's to hoping my then will be now, soon.

-- H