I woke up reasonably early today, checked email/LJ, and then decided to get something actually useful done today. We've got a bedroom on the basement level that we use as a storage room (no windows, low ceiling, wouldn't put anyone we liked in there even as a guest room), which has been sitting mostly in the same state since we moved in. A little bit of organization happened when looking for things, but mostly not. I decided to attack this room today and see what I could get done; I wanted to arrange boxes where they could be easily found, look for some of the Christmas stuff I was missing this year, and see if there was anything that could easily be thrown out, so I headed downstairs with a bottle of water, a sweater (hey, it's cold down there, no point in heating it if we don't use it), and some Karsh Kale remixes.( Before )( After )
Most everything is actually rather neatly stacked around the outside of the room, and all the car parts are in one spot, the extra linens are in another, and the old computer equipment is together in another corner. The stack of boxes and the plastic bin in the middle of the room still need to be sorted through, as they're full of a bunch of papers and stuff I've hauled around with me for years. I'm not sure why I still have a copy of "Community Law v. National Law: The role of the Court of Justice of the EC in the process of political integration" that I wrote for my Politics of Western European Integration class, or an essay I apparently wrote for one of my Spanish classes involving structural analysis of stories, referencing Barthes' "Textual Analysis". As if that sort of thing isn't fun enough in one's native language. ;) (These are the sorts of things that led to that $80K piece of paper sitting on the floor in front of the repros of vintage travel posters; my degree is essentially being used as a doorstop these days. *grin*) I also am not sure why I have some of the reference material I apparently kept for site design for the Telos site (project notes and the like). Yeesh.
I do know why I kept the love letters from the fiance, and letters from The One that Got Away, and the postcards from Geo and his travels around the world, and the ephemera from the trip to England and Wales to follow the Oysterband around for a bit. Had forgotten I had a lot of that too, and now I need to find a better place for it than piled in a disorganized heap in the bottom of a box in the basement.