Most of us have, at one time or another, looked around and recognized that it was time for a good long purging of things, a cleaning out of the home; this traditionally coincides with spring, i.e., spring cleaning. We've hibernated all winter long, snug in our warm homes, and when spring finally (always later than hoped for) shows up, we're ready to open up windows, air out the house, and begin tossing out the old and bringing in the new just as Mother Nature is doing the same.
Yeah, so it's October. I'm a little behind.
I looked around this week and began to calculate how long certain items had been occupying the same space in my home; hence the name of this post. According to the Mayo Clinic, a true hoarder would have the following symptoms:
- Cluttered living spaces [Well, now, who doesn't from time to time.]
- Inability to discard items [No problem there ... eventually.]
- Keeping stacks of newspapers, magazines or junk mail [Wow, it's really time to take that stack of newspapers to the zoo for poo patrol.]
- Moving items from one pile to another, without discarding anything [Isn't this called sorting?]
- Acquiring unneeded or seemingly useless items, including trash or napkins from a restaurant [Now, come on, why would I toss a perfectly good napkin?]
- Difficulty managing daily activities, including procrastination and trouble making decisions [Oh, shit.]
- Difficulty organizing items [Again, I do this ... eventually.]
- Shame or embarrassment [Of course, no one is allowed here until this mess is cleaned up.]
- Excessive attachment to possessions, including discomfort letting others touch or borrow possessions [Hey, I only had a minimal reaction to seeing my old stuffed animals in a garage sale. Yay!]
- Limited or no social interactions [Oh, shit.]
Now, before I offend anyone (or probably after), I do not consider myself an actual hoarder and, however popular, the show "Hoarders" disturbs me. If someone you know truly fits within the symptoms above, they need help before they endanger themselves or others.
I'm more in line with the general population who procrastinate unpleasant tasks.
Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
My present mess stems in part from the switching of vehicles (explained here) and the accompanying, frantic emptying of old Red. I'd like to say that I took the time to carefully sort through the items that have lived in my car for some time now but ... well ...
... it just seemed easier at the time to grab some bags and dump everything into them. So that was September 28th - about a week and a half ago.
Of course, this picture was taken about 30 minutes ago. Oops.
I've also been working a lot, gone a bit, and just generally busy. The other picture taken 30 minutes ago was of my bed, shared only because it has never ever ... ever ... been in such a state:
I know, I know. I'll start there.
Ooh, but there is that movie I want to see at Celebration Cinema.
Oh ... it doesn't start for another two hours.
Time to fire up the washer/dryer. And shredder.
You know ... now that I've procrastinated even longer by writing this post.
Nipping the hoarderesque tendencies in the mess.
Yep. That's what I'm doing today.