I promised you a post; so here's a quickie before Shabbat.
First, it's good to be useful. It's also nice to be putting money into the bank instead of always looking where the next penny is coming from. I still do that, and I'm deferring certain expenses at the moment because my cushion isn't what I need or would like yet.
I also like futzing with certain things, like cleaning up my basement, bringing some of the pretty back, like that.
I went down this morning, and moved some files of my remaining legal tenant from where I'd stacked them when I was cleaning and drying out the boiler room to a room that Maria had just emptied of files. So now there's more flow and space.
Yesterday, I hung a door up again that had been on the floor I don't know how long. It's window was generationally filthy. I cleaned that. It looks good. It makes me happy.
And Maria yells at me for wasting my time in the basement ("What is your time worth?"), and she's right in a way, and in a way, she's not.
She obsesses about cleanliness of the office, notices every piece of dust on the rug. I, on the other hand, obsess more on the side of the health of my house, well actually Herz Noble LLC's house. The basement guy said it, and I think he's right. A healthy house requires a healthy basement. Air typically moves up in a house; so if you've got mold and crap in your basement, you'll feel it throughout.
And I keep uncovering wet, and mold, and age I guess, but it's how a thing ages that matters, and that's what I am shifting with the house. It's huge that I got a proper dehumidifier in there.
I also have a new box of wall and a small amount of coal (I'm making up a story about that as well). I cleaned out under the stairs to the basement the other day, and it was pretty gross, and the more files we move away, the more like this I find. But it's starting to move, the old files, out; so that's good.
I've a new test, this out of the Truck saga. I went to check if it was there still on my way home yesterday (I know, I get stuck on shit, or maybe it is that a piece of me gets stuck in a moment of time, and the rest moves on, and that kind of isn't so good.
So here's the test, and it's already got exceptions:
Is a piece of you that you don't want to kill off yet—or aren't ready or prepared to anyway—going to die because you take—or don't—this particular action?
And sometimes you do need to kill off a part so something new can take it's place. But sometimes, you need to do the unreasonable, or impractical, thing to nourish a part of yourself that wants to stay alive—the boy within maybe.
I got it this week with my Jeep. Mom had found an old picture, and I looked at it, and I left it in its place and time, and it was done. It was a stupid, heavy, unnecessarily long, American sample of probably the worst age of American cars. Not that it wasn't fun at the time, and I wouldn't have fun driving one again, but there's a Land Rover I just bid on that looks so much more fun, but they have Aluminum bodies.
And now I have to go and make Shabbat.
I love you all.
Have an amazing week.