Now that I’m livestreaming occasionally, I’ve found myself with an interesting conundrum: I own many videogames that I could livestream, but I would need to buy special hardware to make this happen, or, I could livestream those same videogames with emulation. For a vast majority of the videogames I own, with Silent Hill 2 being an example, I don’t care about whether I own the videogame or not. I’m not a “retro variety streamer.” But still…
Last week or so, I moved some DVDs and other milk cartons to a spot that was previously occupied by a 4-tier shelf that I’ll be giving to a friend soon. When I looked over at those DVDs the other day, I saw Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within and Apollo 13, and wondered aloud: When will I watch these movies again? Where will I watch either of these DVDs again? Without good answers, why keep them?
I’m starting the process of renewing my lease in the apartment-mansion for what will end on Year 3. I wrote last year, perhaps not succinctly, that I had wanted to plan on moving out by this time. Instead, my health has delayed many of my life’s plans. I can’t really expect much throughout 2021, but if I could write about some broad plans, I’ve narrowed them down to four: “Health,” “Downsizing,” “Balancing,” and then “Writing Fiction Frequently.”
Before renting the apartment-mansion nearly three years ago, I decided to pay extra for the view. I had assumed, wrongfully so, that this part of the complex would be quiet. The other apartment was situated in the middle of the complex, so I imagine it could be even louder. Despite the continually noisy neighbors that I didn’t experience at my last apartment, at least I can now enjoy the view while writing, after furniture rearranging.
As much as I am able, I should work toward making progress in downsizing the items I don’t want anymore in the room I call my storage room. Every month that I pay rent on the two-bedroom apartment I call “the apartment mansion” is money I’m downsizing needlessly. Sure, this place is nice, but if I’m using a majority of it to store objects, I would prefer those objects to be things I care about.
I had incidentally two people over today regarding maintenance on the apartment-mansion. The second was the first annual “annual” inspection of water pipes and smoke detectors. The first was a contractor that was there to replace a smoke detector that had been painted over, over the years, and wasn’t giving a good signal to the fire alarm company. Whenever possible, I like to strike up conversations, organically, with people, since they have interesting life insights.
I donated about 69¢ worth of books last week. If I look over the list of what I donated, which is something I did mainly because 69 is a funny number and the theme of trying to sell things to get more of the funny numbers in our bank accounts or wallets, then I feel some tinges of regret which is natural for any recovering former hoarder. That number now is closer to $2.49. Why not sell them?
Today was the first day in almost two years where my counter was not covered in clutter. I intend to keep it this way, going forward. I will use the counter to store stuff, but I’ll avoid clutter by using modular boxes that I can add or remove from the counter. The goal is to never leave anything on the counter itself; always in a box that could be moved elsewhere for sorting or storage.
I’ll be returning a book today that I don’t have the patience to finish reading after donating a box almost full of books, and some CDs, that I also don’t have the patience to listen through once or once again. I write about events like this when they are sufficiently difficult for me to do. Taking out the trash is effortless because it’s trash, but many of these items I once considered almost as treasure.
If we’re patient when waiting in line, sometimes, we can reflect on the actions we do. The person ahead of me in line to drop off donations had a sports-utility-vehicle filled with various boxes and furniture items. I had one humble box. Through pure coincidence, someone purchasing an item in line ahead of mine seemed to have a furniture item matching that donated item; except it was merely a generic item; it wasn’t the same.