I'm in Baton Rouge to take my 95-year-old mother's car away from her. I feel like the meanest daughter on the planet. She's been crying since I got here, intermixed with fits of anger.She has a benign brain tumor, an aneurysm and she's banged up her 5-year-old ride at least 10 times. It's full of dents. She says she's just going to go buy another car. Add in that she let her insurance lapse 3 years ago for about 6 months and now owes a $300 fine to the LA DMV and therefore, has no driver's license and you'll understand my concerns over my graying hair.
CH (looking in the mirror at my vast amounts of gray: Look at all my gray hair! YOU caused that! (I say to her, laughing.
Mom: Look at mine! It's solid white!
CH: Mine is from staying up all night worrying about YOU!
Mom: Mine too!
CH: Worrying about yourself?
Mom: Yep.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
One Woman's Junk = One Thrift Store's Treasure
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A week or so ago, I was sitting at the computer tweaking my never finished website when the office closet started rumbling. Thinking we were about to have an earthquake, I was mentally debating my options when I realized just the closet, not the rest of the world, was moving. A shelf collapsed and spilled its contents halfway across the room. Not wanting to deal with it, I have just hopped over everything since the disaster.
That is, until my insomnia hit at 3 this morning, after a whopping 2 hours of sleep. Insomnia runs in my father's family. Both he and his older brother functioned many, many years on end with around 3 hours of sleep a night. My aunt never slept more than 4 hours. Luckily, it only tends to hit me every couple of months and lasts about two weeks - - Something good I got from my mother's side... the need for sleep! But during this time, I can get tremendous amounts of things done. I remember as a child, I would awake in the middle of night to go to the bathroom and find my father wide awake and doing his bookkeeping for his business on the dining room table. Then, I thought he was crazy. Now, I get it.
So my task this morning is the closet. The last time I really went through anything other than the clothes I keep in there (nicer short sleeve shirts and dressy dresses rarely worn), I haven't really dug around in there since moving in - October 2000.
Things I found:
- My old power book (long ago sold on ebay) power adapter.
- An original Sony Walkman in working condition.
- My 1999 LA 411 Production Guide (A 5+ pound book that is a bible for film production. I always kept an old one around for my assistants who couldn't afford one to use on a shoot. My newer one is on a bookshelf and still utilized.)
- Resume paper in honey brown and rose quartz. (I can't remember the last time I printed a "nice" resume... I email them on the rare occasion a client needs one.)
- An HP Deskjet 340 b/w portable printer and cables (for above mentioned laptop), purchased on the fly when I was traveling cross country constantly working on "Forrest Gump."
- Numerous black "carry-all" bags from my production days.
- My tackle box full of office supplies. (You would be amazed at how many big Hollywood Production companies don't stock basic supplies! When you need to hit the ground running with a big, frantic job, you don't want the first thing you have do to be shopping for office supplies.
Most of the above is in boxes now, headed to my local charity thrift store.
Every time I get on a cleaning binge like this, I am amazed at the amount of stuff I allow to clutter my home, life and mind. Not to mention the money spent on things now deemed worthless...not even worth the time it would take to list them on ebay.
And while I vow to change my ways, that closet is still stuffed to the gills...
written and copyrighted by CREEKHIKER, who has not given consent for material to be reproduced. Please visit CREEKHIKER to enjoy this content LEGALLY.
If you want to know why this message is at the top of every post, read this post.
A week or so ago, I was sitting at the computer tweaking my never finished website when the office closet started rumbling. Thinking we were about to have an earthquake, I was mentally debating my options when I realized just the closet, not the rest of the world, was moving. A shelf collapsed and spilled its contents halfway across the room. Not wanting to deal with it, I have just hopped over everything since the disaster.
That is, until my insomnia hit at 3 this morning, after a whopping 2 hours of sleep. Insomnia runs in my father's family. Both he and his older brother functioned many, many years on end with around 3 hours of sleep a night. My aunt never slept more than 4 hours. Luckily, it only tends to hit me every couple of months and lasts about two weeks - - Something good I got from my mother's side... the need for sleep! But during this time, I can get tremendous amounts of things done. I remember as a child, I would awake in the middle of night to go to the bathroom and find my father wide awake and doing his bookkeeping for his business on the dining room table. Then, I thought he was crazy. Now, I get it.
So my task this morning is the closet. The last time I really went through anything other than the clothes I keep in there (nicer short sleeve shirts and dressy dresses rarely worn), I haven't really dug around in there since moving in - October 2000.
Things I found:
- My old power book (long ago sold on ebay) power adapter.
- An original Sony Walkman in working condition.
- My 1999 LA 411 Production Guide (A 5+ pound book that is a bible for film production. I always kept an old one around for my assistants who couldn't afford one to use on a shoot. My newer one is on a bookshelf and still utilized.)
- Resume paper in honey brown and rose quartz. (I can't remember the last time I printed a "nice" resume... I email them on the rare occasion a client needs one.)
- An HP Deskjet 340 b/w portable printer and cables (for above mentioned laptop), purchased on the fly when I was traveling cross country constantly working on "Forrest Gump."
- Numerous black "carry-all" bags from my production days.
- My tackle box full of office supplies. (You would be amazed at how many big Hollywood Production companies don't stock basic supplies! When you need to hit the ground running with a big, frantic job, you don't want the first thing you have do to be shopping for office supplies.
Most of the above is in boxes now, headed to my local charity thrift store.
Every time I get on a cleaning binge like this, I am amazed at the amount of stuff I allow to clutter my home, life and mind. Not to mention the money spent on things now deemed worthless...not even worth the time it would take to list them on ebay.
And while I vow to change my ways, that closet is still stuffed to the gills...
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