The Time Has Come to Clean All the Things

Sorry for my lack of posting the past two weeks. It always feels like a cheap excuse to say I’ve been too busy to blog, because what does “too busy” mean, anyway? Still, I’ve felt too busy and neglected my poor Inkwell. For shame!

I thought I’d give you a quick update on what I’ve been up to the past two weeks. Not much writing has happened, let’s get that out of the way right off the bat. I have made some progress on editing Dr. Fantastic. I’m still in the first half of the book where the plot holds together well. But I’ve got my eye on the horizon and there’s a clusterfuck approaching, I just know it.

Other than that and my day job work, all we’ve been doing around here is cleaning, organizing, and painting. We have a lot of crap, yo. I mean, “holy hell, why did I buy this, what is this used for,” kind of crap. We also have a lot of stuff that’s been destroyed by the cats. Or mildew. Or cats and mildew.

In short, we’ve thrown out numerous bags of trash and junk. Unfortunately, this included almost our entire VHS collection. The tape within each cassette was encrusted with a white powdery mold. Living near the ocean or in humid climates, sucks! We also bought a bunch of storage boxes to replace old ones that had been, you guessed it, destroyed by cats and/or mold. I’m hopeful that these boxes will be longer lasting since they are not A.) Cardboard or B.) Fabric. These are smooth-coated paper boxes that don’t seem to interest the cats texturally and can be easily wiped off. Woo hoo! Organizing my desk involved throwing away a ton of paperwork. I’d venture to say a metric shit-ton, much of it from high school and college. Why was I keeping these things?

Amidst all of this, Matt painted the bathroom, which, as you might have guessed, was also coated in a lovely layer of mold. But it’s primed and sealed and painted now. Should last us until we move into a new place. Oh, and we decided to paint it yellow to offset the uglier than hell shower which is some kind of sickly off-white with blue-gray streaks in it. It’s not even egg shell white, it’s like if dingy was a color.

The yellow is really yellow. I’m officially calling it Motherfucking Yellow, because that’s the only intensifier that lets you know exactly how yellow it is. The sun is in our bathroom, and it is Behr paint called Center Stage. Seriously. Go look it up. It’s damned yellow.

I know it’s not advisable to try to “do all the things” as a part of the Unfuck Your Habitat plan, but I’m pregnant and I’ve got a sense of urgency thrown into the mix here. I’ve never felt the pressure more to get stuff done. That’s got to be a good thing, right?

Wish I had more time for writing. I know, I know. Make the time. I’m trying, I swear.

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Brenda Stokes Barron is a freelance writer and blogger for hire. When she's not hunched over her laptop, she's spending time with her husband, daughter, and two crazy cats. Keep up with her antics (which often include trips to Starbucks) on Google +.
5 comments
Lydia Gray
Lydia Gray

Lol. Yeah, that's motherfucking yellow! Nice :) It will always be sunny in your bathroom. Keep going! You'll have time for writing soon, in between the night feeds and the bum wipes.

katkasia
katkasia

Oh yeah - I know just where you're coming from! Thankfully, most of our renovating is done now, but we're still in the 'chucking stuff out' phase. Do you ever really get out of it, do you think? Or are there just lulls in the exodus of excess shit you've acquired?

Brenda
Brenda

hehe It is pretty freakin' yellow, isn't? Still, much better than patches of mold blooming through cracked paint. I imagine I'll scribble a word or two in the middle of the night in the future heh My stories will become even more convoluted. Oh dear... lol

Brenda
Brenda

Yay! I'm not alone! I'm not entirely sure though if it ever ends. I've been getting better at throwing things away right away, but we still amass a ton of stuff quickly. I know it's going to get worse as we start getting stuff for the baby, too. *sigh* I think it's a never ending process, unfortunately.

katkasia
katkasia

No- it probably never does end, but at least there are pauses. I'm trying to borrow as much stuff for our bub as I can, with an eye to maybe being able to hand it back when I don't need it any more. I'm sure there will still be one hell of a lot of junk though...