walls...
Guess who's running into a wall of "oh crap why isn't my shit packed up???!???"
I hate being a brinksman... i hate feeling like the whole situation is slipping away from me... or rather that i've let it get away from me.
I have a lot of work to do this week... but if I think it through organizationally, and have enough whiskey, i should be able to conquer:
* MONDAY: Pick up clothes and stuffing that got strewn across the studio... try to get to 70% packed in there. (stupid dog making my work harder). Start massive paper dump pile to be ready for recycling on Wed. (Ask NP to pack up DVDs in the closet, and clear his stuff away from under the coffee table)
* TUESDAY: Finish up the studio. Dismantle the desk and storage shelf. Put tacked art in portfolio, bring portfolio down to start packing up the wall hangings... TAKE THE NAILS. Finish off packing clothes/shoes, put aside a small pile in little suitcase to live out of.
* WEDNESDAY: Finish off my bedroom... crap that's not books off all shelves. Try to make dining room a way-station for things that can go (get studio crap downstairs). This is stuff I could bring over Saturday. Make up boxes/crates for kitchen stuff... get 2 bottom cabinets and maybe one of the shelves cleared out. Add to impending wall of boxes of doom in the dining room.
*THURSDAY: more common space packing/cleaning. Get the bathroom scrubbed up. Box or toss. erase walls. More kitchen boxing. Get headway on comics library. Assess what's left and plan out Friday/Saturday/Sunday/Monday plan of attack.
*FRIDAY: fret. maybe get more boxes/containers/help.
*SATURDAY: *maybe* go to grover's... maybe. definitely get file cabinets and some boxes into the basement of new place.
*SUNDAY: finish kitchen aside from crap to eat off for a couple days.
*MONDAY: since stuff should be *done*... at this point i can clean down the house.... sweep, dust, scrub, etc. Pass out/cry/continue drinking into stupor.
*TUESDAY: moving day. blow out arms... cry.. throw a fit... christen new place in a beer induced stupor, and toast my own get-it-done-ness on the new porch.
I hate being a brinksman... i hate feeling like the whole situation is slipping away from me... or rather that i've let it get away from me.
I have a lot of work to do this week... but if I think it through organizationally, and have enough whiskey, i should be able to conquer:
* MONDAY: Pick up clothes and stuffing that got strewn across the studio... try to get to 70% packed in there. (stupid dog making my work harder). Start massive paper dump pile to be ready for recycling on Wed. (Ask NP to pack up DVDs in the closet, and clear his stuff away from under the coffee table)
* TUESDAY: Finish up the studio. Dismantle the desk and storage shelf. Put tacked art in portfolio, bring portfolio down to start packing up the wall hangings... TAKE THE NAILS. Finish off packing clothes/shoes, put aside a small pile in little suitcase to live out of.
* WEDNESDAY: Finish off my bedroom... crap that's not books off all shelves. Try to make dining room a way-station for things that can go (get studio crap downstairs). This is stuff I could bring over Saturday. Make up boxes/crates for kitchen stuff... get 2 bottom cabinets and maybe one of the shelves cleared out. Add to impending wall of boxes of doom in the dining room.
*THURSDAY: more common space packing/cleaning. Get the bathroom scrubbed up. Box or toss. erase walls. More kitchen boxing. Get headway on comics library. Assess what's left and plan out Friday/Saturday/Sunday/Monday plan of attack.
*FRIDAY: fret. maybe get more boxes/containers/help.
*SATURDAY: *maybe* go to grover's... maybe. definitely get file cabinets and some boxes into the basement of new place.
*SUNDAY: finish kitchen aside from crap to eat off for a couple days.
*MONDAY: since stuff should be *done*... at this point i can clean down the house.... sweep, dust, scrub, etc. Pass out/cry/continue drinking into stupor.
*TUESDAY: moving day. blow out arms... cry.. throw a fit... christen new place in a beer induced stupor, and toast my own get-it-done-ness on the new porch.