So it was maybe 3 or 4 weeks ago I started saying out loud that I needed some movement of energy in the apartment.  Things felt... too cramped, too clogged, too cluttered, too messy.  I just needed things in the apartment to move a bit instead of just accumulating, and asked Carlos for help with it.  Yesterday he cleaned out my refrigerator thoroughly, by request.  It is FANTASTIC.  His efforts got me moving yesterday a bit and I got up and moved all my houseplants out onto the deck.  This is great, just fine really, unless and until I decide I want to grill something, at which point I'll have to work something else out.  Basically, I've created the need for a sizeable outdoor table or shelf upon which I can place about twenty potted house plants.

Meanwhile, I've decided that the bookshelf atop which they were previously located needs to move.  This means I need to move two other bookshelves, and a tool chest.  This means I need to completely clean off all the aforementioned shelves and reorganize them, as well as figure out where in the hell I'm going to put some stuff.  I don't like the idea, but I probably could really use a piece or two LESS furniture.  I would probably be best off selling some of the stuff, but then what am I going to do next time I need another bookshelf, i.e., later this year when we move into our house? Spend more money on another bookshelf?  I'd really rather not.  The one bookshelf I'd possibly consider selling I've owned for ten years, so although the wood could be replaced, the memories could not.

Memories of a bookshelf?  Yeah, kinda.  It's one of the very few things I still have that my mother ever bought for me.  And since we are completely estranged with no hope in sight for reconciliation, well... why not hold onto something that shows she has not always felt this way about me.

Her birthday is July 6th.  She'll be 60 this year. 

::sigh::

Anyway, lots to do if I really want to make these changes today.

Peace.