Sproing Cleaning

One thing enters one thing leaves

I’ve had to break my strict singletom rule over the last couple months which is 1 Thing In - 1 Thing Out. The establishment of a home office, even though it was part of the plan for this new space, has left me feeling a bit overloaded. So today as I completed my weekly light straightening I purged the space of some redundant stuff. I’m getting back to a point where my lack of shit makes me happy but I don’t have so little that it feels like I’m just stopping by for a short visit.

This is as close to a live action newsletter picture as I will ever get. I stood up, backed up, and took the shot rather than describe what is not a very exciting visual. This is the view from my dining room across my spacious office into the living room. I’m getting ready for the week ahead so my backpack is up here getting loaded rather than its normal dumping spot located in the grand foyer. Picture creep all you want, not much to see.

This is the view into the kitchen area where I am just realizing how ridiculous my above cabinet decor really is… Some of this is relocated from my HQ office space like my wooden poop emoji and my katana which is an award once you attain a certain level of trainer with my organization. Don’t ask about the sword because I don’t have a good answer. It’s a thing. There is also a gifted bottle of Clase Azul tequila just in front of my grandpa’s fancy steak platter. I will always remember the smile on his face as he presented grilled meats on that majestic beast.

Anyhow, the other spaces are even more sparse. The bedroom is for sleeping and occasionally putting in work, the closet is way too big for one person who doesn’t like shopping, the spare bedroom is for guests reaching this single purpose after I decided that I can’t office in a windowless room - especially here - in the winter. And bathrooms are just that.

I don’t count the plants as things whether I buy them or be they gifts because their days are numbered the minute the enter my space. I am a sporadic plant parent at best and the first sign of trouble they’re out. By trouble I mostly mean those annoying tiny gnat type things that are unacceptable in my living space.

This is the the kind of living that makes me happy. I think all of this stuff will fit quite nicely in my eventual Boxabl once one of my family or friends carves out a little corner of their land for eccentric Uncle Tom to live. I have found myself looking at hunting land for sale but if I’m buying then better weather has to be partially in the picture. When I say partially it means that I most likely won’t leave the middle of the country because I like seasons. Winter brings water and I still need it to get cold enough to retard the growth of crawling and slithering things. When that shit is allowed to develop unchecked year round it becomes a problem I don’t want to deal with.

And now I must return to the regularly scheduled planning of my upcoming week. This was a nice little distraction.