MPH

Insanity took charge for a bit last night. Net result, a new batch of clutter to which I must attend. Clutter from my car. My old car. The one being replaced by a [drum roll] new car. Not a new used car, mind you. A brand-spanking, off-the-truck, not-a-mile-on-it, new car. A for the first time ever in my many decades upon the face of this planet new car.

Wow.

Naturally, I am a bit excited. Also a bit worried, too. Extra monthly cost, worries about parking lots, fears of other idiot bozo-types on the road, extra monthly cost. Yeah, I am doing some serious mental math even as I type this. Time to empty Mom's storage unit. Time to quit smoking. Time to grow my own food. Time to give up stuff. Time to sell stuff.

Time to take a nap.

OK, so I'll do the dishes first, then sort through the stuff I pulled from the old car, then find a place for said stuff, then do something with the stuff that I will have to move to place the stuff is said place. Ugh. Can my brain race any faster?

Oh, and I have a dollar (from the old car) for the first person who emails me and tells me they read this.

Y, M, D, H

If necessity is the mother of invention, then what is the name of desperation's offspring? Just wondering. Mostly because between hated job, new job, no job, and returning to job, I'm the only one of the immediate bloodline who seems to have stable job. And it's only part-time. Thus, I've been looking around the never-ending project grounds and thinking to myself in very desperate fashion.

Ugly thoughts arise when one is desperate.

I have managed to keep myself from throwing everything out into the front yard and planting a big sign that says, "Steal Me." Why not "Free" you may be asking? Well, because free connotes no value, while as steal connotes value. Who wants to take no value (read 'junk') when they can take value? Ah, yes, the psyche of criminal behavior.

Today I considered taking advantage of weather conditions and setting stuff out to be blown into the yards of neighbors. Without tornado force winds, however, it wouldn't be blown far enough to insure that some neighbor would not recognize it as mine and bring it back to me. Then not only do I have the clutter back, but I also add the disdain of neighbors.

Before you ask the inevitable, let me address the elephant in the room. Goodwill, Salvation Army, et al have retail stores and make money from what they get donated. Granted, they do fund wonderful programs for the less advantaged, but my main objection is that if someone is going to get money for item A, why not me? See the first paragraph, next to last sentence. I don't currently plan to retire. I plan to die before I am required to retire. Thus, all funds acquired now can be used for now. Thus, if anyone is going to get money for clutter from this house, it is me. Of course, that assumes that any of the clutter would sell. Which according to "Hated Job" it won't.

Yeah, one can only hope that desperation is sterile.