...and work has been a madhouse. Running, top speed, I should be in the Olympics, from the beginning to the end of the shift, non-stop, always 2, 3, 4 steps behind, there’s a line up at the door, turning people away. Rumour has it that we’ve a good burger. We do, I’ve tried it, and for sure it’s a contender, but we’ve doubled our volume and not our staff and the next three weeks will be trying indeed. Last night, $2200 ring-out in 4 1/2 hours, and this is not regular dining, this is a burger split between 2, 2 burgers split between 4, separate bills, keeping up with this - insane.
Nonetheless I’m still alive.
This week, looked at car for the daughter, twice, a long walk, she’s now booked a trip out to pick it up for Tuesday. So - for her a success.
And - more stuff to Michael’s little vintage booth; there’s a few fairs coming up, I’ve stocked him up with jackets and waist-coats & neckties & cufflinks & tie clips & belts & jackets and too much more to list.
It’s liberating to be getting rid of this stuff, this detritus that has been holding me back for how long, let it go, let it go.
I might be in a position to clean out the closet and sort my shirts, already discovering piles of clothes I’d forgotten I have.
The locker is still very much full.
Then, hey, if the closet clean-out works I can always try cleaning up the kitchen, but…1 step at a time. To consider it all is to be overwhelmed and paralytic and get nothing done.
While cleaning I listen to an NPR "This American Life" podcast on how our things come to own us...appropriate. This is how to get things done.
The chilli plants, finally, I had enough, the were in the end under the grow light 18 hours a day with limited progress, not worth the rain of debris, leaves, pollen, resin, then finally the small black flies and fungal gnats, the leaves were crawling and so I took them finally to the balcony to die…
All that work for what amounts to maybe 10 grams of tiny chilis. Definitely not worth the work. Or clean-up.
The genii-infested-oil-lamp, now ready for sale, had to make a custom part but look forward to hailing it to the antique shop Wednesday, they have a fine selection of candlesticks (largely mine) in their window, I’m pleased to note that some are selling…
Then there’s Kramer, who has decided that her place is haunted; she’s uncomfortable in it, and so has taken to making herself comfortable over at mine. Wake up in the morning to a clatter in the kitchen, it’s Kramer making herself a cup of coffee and cozy in my chair. Come home from work in the evening and it’s Kramer, just waiting in my place, not comfortable in hers.
Now, this is preposterous, see my place and wonder how anyone could be comfortable there, I’m not, it’s an asylum of unfinished art pieces, picture frames, paints, supplies, paper, ephemera…
And she’s not what you’d call great conversation, for the most part just trying to stay out of her own place by commandeering mine.
This catches us up. Today, more stuff to Michaels, breakfast, dishes, shave and clean the bathroom and I feel like calling it a success already yet there’s hours to go…