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We watched Don't Say a Word and Monsoon Wedding dvds yesterday, and started watching The Year Of Living Dangerously. But the sound was so bad, and we couldn't get the volume high enough to hear the dialog, so we stopped it. Shame, since I'd looked forward to seeing it again. Linda Hunt was so amazing in that movie, and it did such a wonderful job of capturing the political climate of the time, and revealing Billy's fascination with the local culture and his despair over its poverty. Plus, incredibly steamy early Gibson and Weaver, and some visual images I think will haunt me till I die. I will keep my eyes open for a dvd with digitally remastered sound, and try again.
Today we were supposed to clear out the spare room, which H has taken over as his office since his office is choked with unsorted stuff--computer hardware and software, tools, parts, boxes, general mess. The spare room futon is now drifted with paid bills, envelopes,grocery bags full of empty envelopes and old statements waiting to be shredded, plus there are more empty boxes and stacks of catalogs in the corner. I just moved the flatbed scanner back to my desk, so now at least the stationary bike has room for the wheel to turn. He'd taken it into the other room to get numbers off it to try and find the installation software on line, using the laptop, which is set up on a box on top of a Rubbermaid rolling cooler, which he uses for a desk since his desk with the wall-to-wall counter spanning an actual office desk plus return plus two-drawer (empty) file cabinet is covered in...
Well, you get the idea. He's napping, btw. Since he's in complete overwhelm. And I'm letting him, since it's more pleasant than dealing with his surliness at having to tackle the mess.
So, the new plan is, while he's at work, I get several cartons, load everything that doesn't look essential in them, and haul them to the expensive storage units we're renting. While there, I'll load up the collector items I've been hoarding, hoping for rising rather than falling prices. I've decided I'm not paying rent to house them any longer, and I'll let my friend the ebay maven sell them for me, and take a commission. And when I've hauled all non-essentials out of the office and spare room, I'll throw the to-shred stuff into the empty file drawers, clear off his desk and set up the laptop, and clean the spare room so the ten-year-old can come spend the few days I'd promised him before school starts. He just has to be able to use the remotes on the tv and vcr, and to ride the bike and sleep in the bed. Shouldn't be too awfully hard. And at least if H's desk is clear and there's a trash can, H can pay bills at his desk. More comfortably, too, I'd think. I'm just tired of waiting for him to wade through the mess. It won't be sorted the way he's wanted it, but it hasn't been that way--ever, yet, has it? So he can't really complain. Well, he can and will, but I can deal.
Banzai!
Today we were supposed to clear out the spare room, which H has taken over as his office since his office is choked with unsorted stuff--computer hardware and software, tools, parts, boxes, general mess. The spare room futon is now drifted with paid bills, envelopes,grocery bags full of empty envelopes and old statements waiting to be shredded, plus there are more empty boxes and stacks of catalogs in the corner. I just moved the flatbed scanner back to my desk, so now at least the stationary bike has room for the wheel to turn. He'd taken it into the other room to get numbers off it to try and find the installation software on line, using the laptop, which is set up on a box on top of a Rubbermaid rolling cooler, which he uses for a desk since his desk with the wall-to-wall counter spanning an actual office desk plus return plus two-drawer (empty) file cabinet is covered in...
Well, you get the idea. He's napping, btw. Since he's in complete overwhelm. And I'm letting him, since it's more pleasant than dealing with his surliness at having to tackle the mess.
So, the new plan is, while he's at work, I get several cartons, load everything that doesn't look essential in them, and haul them to the expensive storage units we're renting. While there, I'll load up the collector items I've been hoarding, hoping for rising rather than falling prices. I've decided I'm not paying rent to house them any longer, and I'll let my friend the ebay maven sell them for me, and take a commission. And when I've hauled all non-essentials out of the office and spare room, I'll throw the to-shred stuff into the empty file drawers, clear off his desk and set up the laptop, and clean the spare room so the ten-year-old can come spend the few days I'd promised him before school starts. He just has to be able to use the remotes on the tv and vcr, and to ride the bike and sleep in the bed. Shouldn't be too awfully hard. And at least if H's desk is clear and there's a trash can, H can pay bills at his desk. More comfortably, too, I'd think. I'm just tired of waiting for him to wade through the mess. It won't be sorted the way he's wanted it, but it hasn't been that way--ever, yet, has it? So he can't really complain. Well, he can and will, but I can deal.
Banzai!
