Living Upside Down, Inside Out

7 04 2010

We’re still struggling to manage every single thing we’ve accumulated and inherited through a half-century, trying to make new sense of it, creating fresh combinations that suit our family now, rushing to beat the heat, humidity, pollen, bugs and reptiles — a Florida garage is not secure for humans or belongings against any of those — and I fear we are losing.

I notice it’s like the vanishing return of radioactive half-life. The first week you work so hard and reduce the mounds by half but for the second week’s same effort, you get only half as much reduction, and so on, and so on as the payoff for time spent shrinks exponentially, and I’m to that point where I realize this is my new endless reality, but then again, at least it’s better than Sisyphus (do fundamentalists believe that religious story was literally true too, I wonder?) because at least the WHOLE rock and the WHOLE mountain don’t face me anew every damn morning.

What we’ve already brought inside and unpacked onto the new floors in the changed room use plan is all wonderful and beautiful, but it’s disconcertingly odd and I don’t have comfy routines set up to make anything easy yet. Answering the phone, where IS it?? The only refrigerator is still in the garage, and our kitchen cabinets were stuffed with breakables we chose not to wrap and pack, so nothing is in the right place for everyday marketing and cooking and snacks. In other words, it’s all upside down and inside out, still, and this is going into the third month of living like this. I am “home” but most of my waking hours are being spent outside working away to seemingly little effect, in the chaotic, dust-and-pollen saturated, southwestern-exposed garage.

How many more hundreds of books can I possibly bear to part with?

Talk about being punished by rewards. I’m developing a whole new appreciation for that concept! :-0




9 responses

7 04 2010

Sigh. I’ve stalled online long enough. Guess I’d better get out there while it’s still morning and the angle of the sun gives me a fighting chance . . .

7 04 2010

LOL at “Answering the phone, where IS it??” The last time I moved, I went out and bought a dozen pair of scissors after becoming frustrated at not being able to find any when I needed them. Now, you can’t turn around in my house without seeing scissors… and in an array of beautiful colors. It’s great. So, the take-away lesson? Just get more phones. …but, uh, silence the ringers on the extras. :S

8 04 2010
Meg L.

We’ve been trying to track down a certain pair of scissors since December. I’m about to give up and go buy another pair.

8 04 2010

That’s the sure way to find them again . . . 😉

9 04 2010

Wow, California garages are just like Florida garages! 🙂

Speaking of parting with books….I’m collecting books to start a library in Africa so if you have some paperbacks (cheaper shipping!) that you want to donate to the cause please send them my way! See details here:

9 04 2010
Nance Confer

And it’s not really hot yet.

Feeling for you. 🙂


9 04 2010

Thanks guys, for the encouragement. The real aggravation is being so old and broken — or at least too well broken-in. My knees and feet and balance, back and shoulders and heat tolerance, are all mere shadows of the athletically carefree and careless life I used to enjoy and the ease of which I apparently took for granted and was wrong to assume I could count on lasting . . .

9 04 2010

Good for you, Colleen. Like Nance wrote about in Answering the President!

11 04 2010

Yes, it is! 🙂

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