On Sunday, the international day of rest, hangover recovery and napping, I went to be a laboratory rat for a local marketing firm. Earlier in the week a friend shared with me of her adventure in listening to music from a radio station for two hours, rating it and making $75 cash. Say wha? Cash? Two hours? of listening to music? and I don't have to deal with screaming children as a sub? Count my lazy ass in!
As I was leaving for my ka-ching adventure, I discovered water pouring out of our hot water tank area in the garage. Pisser. We just spent almost $1K last month on new water heater. What now?
What now? Our house is a floating house. Kinda. It turns out, we had a hot water leak shooting forth it's loins from underneath our house. for like some time now. After carving beautiful designs in our walls with hack saws, they decided they needed to go into the closet in our office to fix the leak in the bowels of it's own personal hell. A closet in which I hide all of the children's art work, Christmas presents as well as my deep dark secrets from my former life as a single woman.
Upon opening the forbidden closet, an overwhelming smell of cat piss and mold assalted my senses and no, we do not own a cat. The leak that flooded the garage also flooded the closet. Awesomesauce.
This closet is my hoarding closet. Shit no one sees. Shit is thrown into it when people are coming over. You can only imagine what a drudge it was to take everything out to see if it was ruined. Yearbooks, old sketch books, butt-loads of textbooks, and
awards that should have been disposed of properly in the first place.
Old pictures from when the children were young
as well as when I looked my hottest.
Other items I stumbled upon simply broke my heart. Contained in one small folder. Man, I thought there would be more than this left.
No wonder I never ventured into my own personal time capsule of life. It seems there is so much I haven't wanted to deal with the past few years. "Eventually I'll clean it up. Eventually I'll make time to sort and deal with this stuff," I've said myself.
I've been forced to purge.
Purging is both freeing and soul-wretching.
I'd say this purging session of the closet was 85% of the later.
Maybe one day, I'll finally feel like I've been put back together and all of the things I haven't taken care of are finally laid to rest.
Yeah, this will likely happen when coupled with losing a shit-ton of weight. I'll finally be happy but then I'll suddenly die from a stroke while sitting on the toilet. Like Catherine the Great or Elvis. You know, tragic.