There haven’t been any photos that would show much difference on our upcoming library lately. Due to the recent rain in Austin, the yard sale was postponed a week and this gave Somara an extension on finding additional items to liquidate. We’re not particular about the money. Sure every cent counts (it’s all gravy to me), especially with my car’s schizophrenia and the 800-pound gorilla on everybody’s mind, aka the Economy. However, I assure you there have been results, they’re just subtle: shredding old bills, checks and taxes from eight or more years ago. The other diversion was eliminating a bookshelf in the master bedroom. I have to purge the remaining one’s contents because it holds my meager (compared to Somara’s) collection.
Meanwhile, I stumbled upon a fortune (probably from Pei Wei) in the future office and taped it to the library’s door as a perpetual pep talk for both of us. As for what used to be my private sanctum, it’s making gradual progress too. The picture below doesn’t show it well but Somara has a clear aisle to put more boxes against the west wall. I have a few shown too. Obviously the shelf of CDs to the left of the picture is only a fraction of my giant collection which grew by eight last night thanks to National Record Store Day (thank you Waterloo Records!).
Losing my so-called office doesn’t bother me. Actually, it used to upset me and contribute to my current anxiety battle. Much like Somara’s room, mine has been a crap-gathering point filled with clutter and it was disorganization-procrastination personified. How could anybody relax, think, write, read, listen or receive a moment’s peace in it? I know it made me feel more tense. I had a false start at the end of 2004 in anticipation of us possibly moving to Phoenix but it lost all momentum by the time Somara left for her externship; I got distracted into tackling the living room and kitchen as my Summer 2005 projects as the trade off. Now I feel great working on it! Within a year this room may look as kick-ass as our friends Leslee and Michael’s office in their home, a workspace I’m quite jealous of (in a good way).
By the next time I post photos (within two weeks again), I hope you’ll see some greater contrast.
I’m going to close with my doctor’s acronym since a few friends have asked what is our battle plan or inspiration: SPACE.
- Sort
- Purge
- Assign (a home)
- Contain
- Equalize
C and E are going to be the hardest for the both of us: Somara is the more entropic person and I have yet to master the art of nagging her effectively.