Last night at about 10:00 I was trying to figure out how best to arrange some new media storage racks when it occurred to me I could move the three huge Rubbermaid boxes of vintage computer games to a different part of the closet, and slide the three shelving units left by the previous renter into a different configuration. I did this, and a space was opened up. There against the yawning, audient void I saw the shapes of bowed-in drywall, and the rotting forms of an ancient stocking cap, two newspapers, and a mass of fiberglass insulation.
Sorry. I must be channeling H.P. Lovecraft. And (incidentally) I do know how stupid the title of this post sounds to those who don't know the phrase it plays on. I also know how stupid it sounds to those who do.
Anyway, there's now this huge open space in my closet. I s'pose I could bring my papazon chair in, but who wants to put such a thing in a closet? No, it's gonna be more storage. I'm pretty thrilled. I'd be even thrilleder if the shelves against the back wall turned out to be movable (they won't -- I think they're nailed there) so I could take them out. We'll see. It's a project for another day, since tonight Ellen and I are getting together.
On a totally different note, United Way stuff is just starting up again at work. For those who don't know (all none of you), I'm one of the two people who coordinated last year's entire campaign, which was quite successful and sponsored a whole lot of events and all kinds of fun stuff. We can't do that again this year.
I'll say that again, with strategically placed italics so that you can understand the problem: We can't do that again this year.
Heather and I put a helluva lot of work into last year's campaign. It was fun but it was also exhausting, and at the very end I put in a few consecutive fifteen-hour days, and therein lieth the problem. Heather's workload has gone up exponentially since this time last year. She's not putting in fifteen-hour days, but it wouldn't hurt if she started. My workload has gone up too, but I haven't been seriously affected because my supervisor (unlike some probable virgins I know) understands the value of replacing staff when they quit. Still, if my workload remains constant, I'll only have time to go to meetings, send out clever e-mail announcements, and give the big pledge drive presentation in October. That's about it. If we're going to hold bake sales and car washes and ice cream socials