“Come on, Jerry, this is a security issue. Boy, you wouldn’t last a day in the Army.”

boxes

I’ve been collecting items to take with me on my visit to see my sister.  I used to keep the boxes from all my electronics in a closet.  Since my purge began, I threw away most of them.  It freed up an unbelievable amount of space.  The boxes from my electronic drum kit took up the most room.  For someone who voids warranties like there’s a prize, it was ridic to keep them.

Having a nearly empty closet feels spectacular.  I’m going to use it for tool storage.  I haven’t designed the layout yet, but I’m going to get some pegboard and paint, then make everything easy to find, reach, and return.  Probably some LED lighting.  I should go through all my tools and get rid of duplicates.  I don’t need four soldering irons.  I’m probably going to rearrange my furniture, too.

I acquired this skill/habit from my mom.  Every year we’d go through everything and weed out the things we didn’t use or want.  Then we’d rotate bedrooms and rearrange furniture.  Spring cleaning meant removing everything from a room, cleaning thoroughly, then starting over fresh.  I remember being anxious and excited about it as a kid.  I’m grateful I grew up this way.  It was especially helpful when I served in the Army.

My family had an annual garage sale along with several neighbors each summer.  I have fond memories of these times.  It was a good lesson on letting go of things.  It also reinforced the joys of being generous.  It was a lot easier to pass along a favorite toy when you witnessed its new owners delight.  I recall bargaining with other kids (and placing a far higher value on 2 dollar bills, and fifty-cent pieces than other denominations.)

tools

The only time I’ve held a garage sale as an adult, I decided everything was free a few hours in (because I didn’t want to hang out and watch it anymore.)  People are weird about free stuff.  If I list something for free on Craigslist, nobody inquires.  If I put it in my parking space with a sign, it’s gone in an hour.  It’s as if being seen accepting is a dealbreaker.  I’m going to list a few things on Craigslist this weekend, mostly because I’m curious about what leads to interest, and what doesn’t.

I haven’t sold on eBay in ages.  They keep changing their policies, and I don’t have any desire to read the revisions.  I got four TOS updates from various online entities yesterday.  I’m waiting for the law to catch up.  It’s bullshit to allow a corporation to put virtually anything in their user agreement, knowing not only will the user not read it; even if they do, they likely won’t understand it.  It’s an old deliberate trick.

You’d think a decent attorney could argue one can’t be held accountable for an agreement they can’t comprehend.  (That’s the intention, of course.)  It would involve epic tedium, but I think it could work, (based on my Court TV viewing experience.)  Heh.  (Back when it was watchable, not TruTv.)  I’m off to Lowe’s to shop for my future tool closet.  Peace.

“You know, he came by here at 3 o’clock in the morning to pick up the tape. I was scared out of my mind!”

cornfield on a sunny day

I guess I’m done messing with the design of this blog for a while.  Unfortunately, I seem to have broken several things in the process, much to my frustration.  I should have known better than to touch it with a hijacked brain.  As I recover, I recognize more things that are missing.  I’m a bit surprised I noticed, considering.  I’ll have a go at fixing shit when I’m back on my feet.  Hopefully, it didn’t mess with anyone, (else.)

Amelia Bedelia is not interested in accompanying me on my road trip.  She cried on the test run.  I only have one job:  Make sure she’s happy.  I guess being in a carrier for more than a few minutes sucks.  I know, a bit of forethought would have saved me the time and agony of hearing her cry.  Yo, Hindsight.  Go lay by your bowl, dammit.

I’m getting both nervous and excited about my upcoming road trip.  Apparently, I’m terrified of encountering road construction.  Driving in the midwest sucks in the first place because it’s so flat and dull.  I guess that’s why they call it The Great Plains.  Heh.  Having the rules of the road change with a short warning is challenging when you treat your car like a sound booth and let the music take you.  I’m hoping I can check online where to be careful before I embark.

I’m not driving past Sioux City (ever again) because they put cement barriers right on the edge of the highway when there’s construction.  It’s too close to your vehicle, and when you’re going 50+ MPH, a sneeze could end you (and many behind you) in that situation.  It’s like playing a twisted, high-speed game of Chicken for no reason.  Nope.

I need the whole lane to be free of barriers when I drive.  Call me picky.  I plan on going west a bit, then south through Nebraska.  If I see anything super cool, I’ll try to remember to take a picture.  (I’ve never even made a selfie, and it’s the midwest, so expect accordingly.)  I can’t see for shit, so I’m not very visual.  I navigate by sound and intuition.  I also have lots of bruises most of the time because I bump into shit often.  Heh.

You know how you feel right after you’ve had a full-blown weep fest?  The post-crying, post-face-washing time, where your breath still catches every few minutes?  I’m stuck there.  I’m hoping to shake free while I take this short trip.  I can’t be away from Amelia Bedelia for more than five days;  it hurts my heart.  I don’t know what my driving stamina is yet.  It’s been a while since I traveled by car.

I resent the shit out of passenger trains for not bothering to include South Dakota.  I think Omaha is the closest place I can go to start a train trip.  Or I could steal a ride on one of the many trains hauling other shit from Sioux Falls, but the accommodations aren’t up to my standards.  I need transportation that’s legal and reasonably safe for a woman.  See?  Picky.  I do plan on taking a train from Omaha to (somewhere cool in) California in the future.

scarecrow in a cornfield

For now, this trip is just a test run to see how I do.  I’m aiming for Wyoming.  I’ve never been there, and it looks beautiful online.  If I turn out to be excellent at driving on the highway, I’d like to go to the Four Corners Monument.  Otherwise, there’s probably some neat stuff in Nebraska to entertain me on the way.  Besides cornfields, because I read a lot of Stephen King novels.  Although, I’ll probably run around in one at some point just to scare myself alert.  (A little gift from the King of horror.  Muwahahahaha)  I’m off to beat my drums.