Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled.
- Bob Dylan, The Times They Are a Changing
There are those who insist
that nothing is impossible. I respectfully disagree. I used to do nothing every
day. Except this week while I’ve been staggering more than a one legged man on
a tightrope. I saw this fork in the road, and I took it and I didn’t realize it
would involve so much deciding, spending, worrying, scheduling, working and
getting dirty.
And so very much cleaning.
Hoarding should be a hanging offense and everybody should have to move every 5
years. To a smaller place each time.
I would have said doing all
this in such a short time was impossible. I was wrong. I also underestimated
how cranky it would make me. And believe me, I already know I am easily pissed.
The cats complicate my life
because they have to be segregated from each other and from whatever room
people are coming and going and there’s been a lot of that. The other day, I
was wandering around looking for my misplaced (fill in the blank) and glanced
outside and noticed Lily strolling through the back yard. Inside the house no
longer constitutes an enriched environment/hoader’s paradise and the cats are
cranky about losing their hiding places.
With all the coming and going
and packing and loading and cleaning and looking for the disappearing magic
markers (Wait! Is that why they’re magic?) I’ve been blocking hallways or been
blocked in doorways. I have totally not been stalled and I’m covered with the
kind of bruises only a 3.2 INR and hauling boxes (or losing a meth-head slam-dancing
contest) can make.
What has got me through?
Although I have not abused any substances, I have treated several with great
respect.
(Photo credit: Kitty Crowther, Le Grande Disordre, which looks like me but I wasn't getting any help from living rats)
