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Jun 03, 2006 17:34

Rainy, rainy Halifax. Every time I come back here I seem to write about how it is raining. Is it because it rains a lot, or because when it rains I am more likely to be stuck inside and bored, thus more likely to update? Probably both.
So -- I joined a yoga studio for the month, and I'm going to start organizing my parents' basement tomorrow. It is a huge job, but I want to get a head start on getting rid of crap, so that it's not there forever piling and piling until they finally die and I have to deal with it then. But even so, I'm kind of reluctant, because going down to the basement and rooting around has always sort of been a habit of mine. Finding old stuff of mine from when I was a kid, or things belonging to my parents that I haven't ever seen before. Once I found a box of letters from to and from my Dad's old girlfriend, and one to my mom after he had been drafted. The basement is the physicalized subconsious of my immediate family, and that is why it is so difficult to clean up. Every object has a story, and if it doesn't have a story, it might in some alternate universe, have a use. You know, like we need 3 extra fondue pots - just in case! I'm not allowed to throw anything out without permission, but I am determined this time to succeed ...

Wish me luck.
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