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The Blatherings Of A Blitherer

This is what passes for romance ’round these parts.


Nesko and I have barely seen each other in quite a long while, most of our time together being spent in the mornings as he drives me to work before heading over to work with his dad on getting an apartment rental ready. I come home at a reasonable hour and he drags his tired self home much much later. I decided that tonight would be a good night to go on a date, since our weekend is entirely booked. I got cleaned up this morning, spritzed on some perfume, and grabbed one of my nice blouses, then realized that I had no clean black pants or jeans. The only clean pants I have are brown. My nice blouses? All are black and white patterned.  I made due with an emergency substitution (olive tank top with embroidery around the neckline, red cardigan, classier looking than it sounds), made harder by the fact that most of my shirts are dirty. Set behind schedule by the mad dash for clean shirt, Nesko and I headed out.

Where he revealed that his socks didn’t match and he wasn’t wearing any underpants. Because none of our damn clothes are clean.

Lest you think we’re incredible slobs, we’ve tried to do laundry several times. But there’s only one washer and one dryer for our apartment building. The people directly below us have 2 kids and there’s like 14 people living in the basement. Every time we’ve tried to sneak a load of laundry in, the washer’s been in use. So things have piled up and gotten out of hand, and I’m getting to the point where I’d sell a kidney for a washer and dryer in the unit we live in. Because even when the washer and dryer aren’t being hogged? Sometimes they don’t work. Plus it’s $2 per wash. Yeah, the dry is free, but I have a LOT of clothes that are hang dry and that’s a pretty effing expensive wash.

So date night tonight is going to consist of pizza, a movie, and folding laundry on the couch. Together.


In other news, I’ve bagged up three garbage bags full of clothes that don’t fit me right or that I haven’t worn in a long time and they’re sitting in the hall waiting to be dropped off at AmVets or something. I’m kind of having mild anxiety about OMG WHAT IF I NEEEEEEEEED THAT STUFF but for reals, a lot of these items? I haven’t worn in ten years. I did sort some of it into the costume bin, but the rest is going. My closet is a lot emptier now and I’m going to cycle in quality clothing that fits well and I will look and feel better. The end. I’m trying to do the same with N’s stuff, but holy crap does he cling to faded shirts and butt-holed jeans. Yeah, ok, I get that he does a lot of dirty work and bummy clothes are good for that, but some of his stuff is just awful and hasn’t been worn the entire time I’ve known him and he won’t give it up. Because he might OMG NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED it someday. It’s a work in progress.

I think I’ve weeded the bookshelves of as much as possible. If I do any more I’ll bleed. The only way most of the remaining books will be shed is if we move overseas or something. It feels kind of good to get rid of stuff. My paternal grandmother is a hoarder and my parents both tend to accumulate stuff, although it’s well within normal bounds. After the multiple floods* and the fire that we all went through when I was a kid, I tend to be a bit clingy with items as well. I’ve lost so much stuff that had MEANING! that now I’m leery of letting anything go. So getting rid of clothes and books and old paper and stuff is terrifying and also liberating. It helps that I’m in a more stable place than I’ve been in a long time. Not that my life was all huge turmoil and drama or anything, but N and I have reached a really quiet place of long term commitment and understanding and so it’s easier to see what’s important and what isn’t important, and to let go of stuff.



*This warrants a whole other post, because there was real nastiness involved with the multiple floods we had. Srsly.


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