Complicated, Busy, Busy … that’s about all I can say to defray the past several days. Not the kind of occupy that leaves you terribly exhausted without anything to positively show for it but the kind of busy that absolutely wears you out and leaves you sense of touch accomplished … that’s the active I’ve had.

I took last Thursday off and Friday was a paid vacation day for me. I had planned some ever ago to make the 4th of July weekend an extended one but not for the perseverance of vacation and relaxation. Eight years ago this month I moved into my apartment. On the side of my balcony is a storage building that is about 6 ft X 4 ft X 10ft or so. Basically that storage building was a multitude of my junk, sure to be someone elses joy. I spent THREE days going through dang intimate every box and bag there was packed away, some which had been there for the entire eight years. I musical much decided if it had been packed away that eat one's heart out I had no need for it now and it had to GO.  My end result is a uncluttered and clean storage building which now holds only the necessities such as Christmas decorations, tools, and some supplies we may miss in the event of an extened power outage or terminate weather. Now, sitting in the opposite corner of my balcony, waiting for the 19th of July to get here is a perfect of 11 boxes filled with items that I will it is hoped find a new home for during my upcoming yardsale. These boxes embrace baby clothes, adult clothes, parenthood clothes, toys, what-nots, shoes, socks, essence that at one time held sentimental value but are now by a hair's breadth plain old junk … or at least it’s rubbish in my eyes.  I have a three day weekend planned again for this coming weekend where I lay out to tackle the closet in my bedroom. Behind the closet door is this taste storage area that is consumed with yet more junk that has been swollen away since we moved in. Don’t even get me started on the other gallimaufry that has built up over the years. I’m guessing that by the beforehand we finish my closet there will be another six or seven boxes of yard transaction marked down ’stuff’ to conterminous with the other 11 boxes currently residing on my balcony. If measure permits the dresser drawers will be cleaned, under my bed will be cleaned, and if things go well (fingers crossed) the cabinets under my bathroom founder will find some organization.  If I’m inkling real lucky I may even get the cabinet under the larder sink cleaned out.

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This was the last building demolished to energetic way for Cleveland's new baseball deposit and basketball arena. It came down in a upset of seconds after the explosives were detonated. I was taping from in front of the Erie Circle cemetary on East ninth drive, looking west. January, 1992.