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Done and Dusted
25/07/2018 11:03 amThanks to the inspired guidance of Marie Kondo, I have got more tidying, sorting and decluttering done in the last six weeks than in the last six years
The Crawling Chaos is now slowly sinking back into its box where it will get locked away at least as long as Daisy Dursley is here visiting
It is only a pity that Petunia never got to see such progress. A place for everything and almost everything in its place. But somehow I suspect that the departure of Petunia from this mortal coil was precisely the trigger needed to get started on this stuff. Because when she is gone, that makes it more real that the serpent has moved just that little bit higher on the Grim Reaper’s visiting list
So now the tarot decks have all found themselves a home in one of two locations rather than scattered all over the Lair as previously. The same can not be said of the books since there are just so many more of those
For ages I had been meaning to consult the cards as a sneaky tricksy way of finding the long lost Rory’s Story cubes but somehow never got around to it. Like so many things, had put them in a place so safe and so secret that I had forgotten where it was. Same with the most recent python passport
So it was more than amusing that it wasn’t by consulting the cards but sorting them that I finally found those mystery dice. They were in exactly the location they were supposed to be but way at the back of the broom closet fallen behind a stack of tarot decks gathering dust.
Recently a supermarket had drastically discounted 20 pocket organizers. These are things you hang on the back of a door for putting knick knacks into. Stuff like scarves, ties or costume jewellery I suppose but they were the perfect size for decks of cards
With 2 per pocket hanging on the back of the door to the Big Mac, it would make them always easily visible and reachable so the inner serpent would no longer have an excuse to remain missing in action when it comes to squiggling time.
Before using the pocket gadget, I got a fresh new dusting cloth and rubbed lavender oil over the whole thing, both inside and outside the pockets in the hope that it would scare away nibbling, nesting creatures of all kinds.
It’s funny. It turned out that the clothes were the key to the whole process. Sorting those things meant finally facing the fact that Izzie really is TOO FAT. And sorting everything else also made it clear that there may be a rather large connection between storing so much stuff and so much fat.
I've got to let it all go when departing this mortal coil so I may as well get an early start and get to enjoy the benefits of the process.
Sort of suspected that years ago but could never quite get around to doing anything about it. But this time when the signs appeared to get started, listened more than usual and got cracking and in the process found long lost things often just as I needed them and also dumped old stuff that I realised was not the embodiment of particular memories but merely empty shells reminiscent of the experience.
No self respecting serpent needs any more than 6 horcruxes. And Izzie had a good 666.
All of them requiring so much space in the old grey skull that there was barely room for anything else
The sorting will come to something of a standstill during Daisy’s visit but still can be kept slowly ticking over. It’s overcoming the initial inertia to get the ball rolling that is the biggest and most difficult obstacle of all.
Also been reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Big Magic” and there’s lots of fabulous fairy dust to be found there too.
So here’s hoping that the next adventures in Nanoland will no longer be boring morning pages on steroids but a return to the old days of creeping crawling monsters and creatures of the deep.
The Crawling Chaos is now slowly sinking back into its box where it will get locked away at least as long as Daisy Dursley is here visiting
It is only a pity that Petunia never got to see such progress. A place for everything and almost everything in its place. But somehow I suspect that the departure of Petunia from this mortal coil was precisely the trigger needed to get started on this stuff. Because when she is gone, that makes it more real that the serpent has moved just that little bit higher on the Grim Reaper’s visiting list
So now the tarot decks have all found themselves a home in one of two locations rather than scattered all over the Lair as previously. The same can not be said of the books since there are just so many more of those
For ages I had been meaning to consult the cards as a sneaky tricksy way of finding the long lost Rory’s Story cubes but somehow never got around to it. Like so many things, had put them in a place so safe and so secret that I had forgotten where it was. Same with the most recent python passport
So it was more than amusing that it wasn’t by consulting the cards but sorting them that I finally found those mystery dice. They were in exactly the location they were supposed to be but way at the back of the broom closet fallen behind a stack of tarot decks gathering dust.
Recently a supermarket had drastically discounted 20 pocket organizers. These are things you hang on the back of a door for putting knick knacks into. Stuff like scarves, ties or costume jewellery I suppose but they were the perfect size for decks of cards
With 2 per pocket hanging on the back of the door to the Big Mac, it would make them always easily visible and reachable so the inner serpent would no longer have an excuse to remain missing in action when it comes to squiggling time.
Before using the pocket gadget, I got a fresh new dusting cloth and rubbed lavender oil over the whole thing, both inside and outside the pockets in the hope that it would scare away nibbling, nesting creatures of all kinds.
It’s funny. It turned out that the clothes were the key to the whole process. Sorting those things meant finally facing the fact that Izzie really is TOO FAT. And sorting everything else also made it clear that there may be a rather large connection between storing so much stuff and so much fat.
I've got to let it all go when departing this mortal coil so I may as well get an early start and get to enjoy the benefits of the process.
Sort of suspected that years ago but could never quite get around to doing anything about it. But this time when the signs appeared to get started, listened more than usual and got cracking and in the process found long lost things often just as I needed them and also dumped old stuff that I realised was not the embodiment of particular memories but merely empty shells reminiscent of the experience.
No self respecting serpent needs any more than 6 horcruxes. And Izzie had a good 666.
All of them requiring so much space in the old grey skull that there was barely room for anything else
The sorting will come to something of a standstill during Daisy’s visit but still can be kept slowly ticking over. It’s overcoming the initial inertia to get the ball rolling that is the biggest and most difficult obstacle of all.
Also been reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Big Magic” and there’s lots of fabulous fairy dust to be found there too.
So here’s hoping that the next adventures in Nanoland will no longer be boring morning pages on steroids but a return to the old days of creeping crawling monsters and creatures of the deep.
