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...but it will cover a good many of them.
My vote by mail ballot never arrived, so I went today in person. I'd planned to head over mid-afternoon, figuring the lines would be shortest at that point, but ended up going 90 minutes after the polls opened because I just. Wanted. To. Take. Care. Of. It. Ironically, this was the point at which the lines were longest, according to one of the poll workers I chatted with while waiting my turn; I've been by the site three times since and sure enough, no lines. I ultimately ended up waiting about an hour, but that was fine: the weather was nice, breezy and overcast, and I worked through a Desky Kernowek lesson on my phone while I waited.
So, yeah. Voting accomplished.
( Life has continued to pile on. )
( EVERYTHING came in the mail this week. )
( I also picked up several cute new masks. )
So. All of this unusually concentrated acquisition occasioned delight but also a feeling of my space being stuffed to the gills with STUFF.
That in turn occasioned a Day of Industry on Friday: I did a deep clean of the bedroom, living room, and kitchen. I pruned and otherwise tended the large collection of houseplants (currently, they outnumber the place’s human occupants by a factor of five) which were turning leggy and dropping leaves to register their displeasure at finding themselves no longer on the balcony. (They do not realize that the balcony is not the sunny, humid paradise it was during spring and summer.) I filled a 10 gallon bag with clothes and walked it two miles to the donation drop off I definitely mourning some of them, which were the 100 percent natural fibers, double-hemmed, not-plastic button variety it’s no longer possible to find anywhere in this age of Fast Fashion. But work has been much more sporadic than it was B.C. (Before Covid), so there’s not much purpose to owning so many of them currently. I dropped books off at the Little Free Library. I collected unused kitchen and household cleaning items and donated those as well.
There is still a lot of leeway to get Even More Stuff out of the apartment, but at least there is less of it than there was, and that is a good feeling.
これで以上です。
My vote by mail ballot never arrived, so I went today in person. I'd planned to head over mid-afternoon, figuring the lines would be shortest at that point, but ended up going 90 minutes after the polls opened because I just. Wanted. To. Take. Care. Of. It. Ironically, this was the point at which the lines were longest, according to one of the poll workers I chatted with while waiting my turn; I've been by the site three times since and sure enough, no lines. I ultimately ended up waiting about an hour, but that was fine: the weather was nice, breezy and overcast, and I worked through a Desky Kernowek lesson on my phone while I waited.
So, yeah. Voting accomplished.
( Life has continued to pile on. )
( EVERYTHING came in the mail this week. )
( I also picked up several cute new masks. )
So. All of this unusually concentrated acquisition occasioned delight but also a feeling of my space being stuffed to the gills with STUFF.
That in turn occasioned a Day of Industry on Friday: I did a deep clean of the bedroom, living room, and kitchen. I pruned and otherwise tended the large collection of houseplants (currently, they outnumber the place’s human occupants by a factor of five) which were turning leggy and dropping leaves to register their displeasure at finding themselves no longer on the balcony. (They do not realize that the balcony is not the sunny, humid paradise it was during spring and summer.) I filled a 10 gallon bag with clothes and walked it two miles to the donation drop off I definitely mourning some of them, which were the 100 percent natural fibers, double-hemmed, not-plastic button variety it’s no longer possible to find anywhere in this age of Fast Fashion. But work has been much more sporadic than it was B.C. (Before Covid), so there’s not much purpose to owning so many of them currently. I dropped books off at the Little Free Library. I collected unused kitchen and household cleaning items and donated those as well.
There is still a lot of leeway to get Even More Stuff out of the apartment, but at least there is less of it than there was, and that is a good feeling.
これで以上です。
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