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Aug. 1st, 2015 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyI'm all wound up about my sister's stupid phonecall now. I've been having conversations with her in my head all day. For fuck's sake. Then I started worrying about how her and her asshole-ish, sometimes abusive partner would be doing without the kids around to 'keep things civil' for - and then I started thinking "what if they have a big fight and she turns up here saying she's staying over for a few days, since the beds are free".
Hopefully she won't. She always seems to turn up whenever mum and dad are away on holiday - but I don't think she'd just turn up expecting to stay. Especially without calling mum or dad first. Unless she was drunk? But hopefully she and her partner are just staying out of each other's way, especially without the kids around to chase around after.
Anyway. Happier things. I cleared out the drawer under my bed full of books. I figured it was a good idea, if I wanted to take some books to the library soon - and I think I was a little afraid to do it, in case I decided I loved and had to keep ALL the books once I saw them again, and didn't get the space I was hoping for. So I decided to get on with it. And got rid of most of them. Some I kept, old books that mean a lot to me, one that I still would like to read some day. It was weird, because some I knew on seeing them that I had to keep them, some I knew I wanted to get rid of, and some I still felt very strongly about, but knew I could get rid of, because I needed the space. And I probably wasn't ever going to read them again. It's weird realising that you love some things but don't need them. Sort of liberating and sad all at once.
Anyway, after all that - I managed to get exactly TWO boxes in the drawer. These are like my Playstation boxes and polystyrene boxes for ornaments - things I might need again if I'm moving things or sending them for repairs or something. The PS4 box and the Wii U box fit into the drawer - alongside the little stack of books I was keeping - nothing else. But it gave me better access to the bedside table, and it turns out the PS3 box fit in the 'cupboard' part of that, and my laptop's box fit in the drawer. So much for using that for anything else. Then I managed to fit a few boxes inside each other, and presto! Almost a clear space next to my bed. It needs a hoover. Badly.
Then this evening I was drawing my curtains, and I've been meaning to take one down and adjust it for a while, because since I put the blackout blinds up it always seems to pull really hard on the outer ring when I close them, as though I made the blind too narrow, and it doesn't cover the side of the window so light gets in, which it doesn't with the other curtain. But! They're drawn now and it doesn't seem to be pulling as much, and I turned off my light and I think it's wrapping around the side and keeping the light out a bit better. It must have been getting caught on the boxes. So tidying my room has seen an instant improvement. Hurrah! Curtain adventures.
Hopefully she won't. She always seems to turn up whenever mum and dad are away on holiday - but I don't think she'd just turn up expecting to stay. Especially without calling mum or dad first. Unless she was drunk? But hopefully she and her partner are just staying out of each other's way, especially without the kids around to chase around after.
Anyway. Happier things. I cleared out the drawer under my bed full of books. I figured it was a good idea, if I wanted to take some books to the library soon - and I think I was a little afraid to do it, in case I decided I loved and had to keep ALL the books once I saw them again, and didn't get the space I was hoping for. So I decided to get on with it. And got rid of most of them. Some I kept, old books that mean a lot to me, one that I still would like to read some day. It was weird, because some I knew on seeing them that I had to keep them, some I knew I wanted to get rid of, and some I still felt very strongly about, but knew I could get rid of, because I needed the space. And I probably wasn't ever going to read them again. It's weird realising that you love some things but don't need them. Sort of liberating and sad all at once.
Anyway, after all that - I managed to get exactly TWO boxes in the drawer. These are like my Playstation boxes and polystyrene boxes for ornaments - things I might need again if I'm moving things or sending them for repairs or something. The PS4 box and the Wii U box fit into the drawer - alongside the little stack of books I was keeping - nothing else. But it gave me better access to the bedside table, and it turns out the PS3 box fit in the 'cupboard' part of that, and my laptop's box fit in the drawer. So much for using that for anything else. Then I managed to fit a few boxes inside each other, and presto! Almost a clear space next to my bed. It needs a hoover. Badly.
Then this evening I was drawing my curtains, and I've been meaning to take one down and adjust it for a while, because since I put the blackout blinds up it always seems to pull really hard on the outer ring when I close them, as though I made the blind too narrow, and it doesn't cover the side of the window so light gets in, which it doesn't with the other curtain. But! They're drawn now and it doesn't seem to be pulling as much, and I turned off my light and I think it's wrapping around the side and keeping the light out a bit better. It must have been getting caught on the boxes. So tidying my room has seen an instant improvement. Hurrah! Curtain adventures.
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Date: 2015-08-02 09:04 pm (UTC)But tidying is so beautiful. I am happy for you with your tidier room. And the thing about loving books (or stuff) but being able to let go of them all at the same time is one of the things that I think people just don't get about clearing clutter and it's actually sort of a really important thing to be able to do, letting go of stuff, but somehow it gets a bad reputation and people constantly pretend to me that I just don't ~understand the love they feel for their books and how ~important it is when really they're just bad at letting stuff go. That is a tidying rant that I keep to myself almost all the time because I am a good person.
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Date: 2015-08-02 10:16 pm (UTC)Yes, and also because love doesn't have to involve ownership? Like, I am unlikely to read those books again no matter how much I love/d them, so I don't need to keep them around to be able to remember them and recommend them to other people. It makes me think about libraries and public art galleries and all sorts of pretentious stuff. And then you have space, which is amazing. I'm enjoying tidying.