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I was interviewed by Aimee Heckel from the Boulder Daily Camera for an upcoming locals profile. I can’t tell you how much fun it was to talk to her. Not only because she is giving me exposure, but because she was so psyched about my project. I think my project strikes a chord with lots of people, hence my whopping 13 followers!
One of her questions was about how to start. I’m going big with this project but most people don’t have the time or energy to turn it into a part-time job. You need to make reasonable goal, set a means for accountability and create a reward. She set a realistic goal: fill up one big box of random stuff and chuck it on Sunday, as in OUT OF THE HOUSE. I’m holding her accountable by writing about it – much to her surprise – SURPRISE Aimee! And I’m sweetening the deal by dangling the creepy monkey as a reward.
Aimee, if you get rid of one big box a week for a whole month, the monkey is yours!
What’s my reward? You mean beside living in a house that doesn’t piss me off and not feeling like loser all the time? A southeast Asia trip with my family, prepaid. I better get selling on eBay if that is ever going to happen.
Today I’m kicking back and letting Zeb do the work. I’m kicking back in a figurative sense, it makes me crazy having my kitchen colonized. It started when I tried to vacuum the kitchen this morning. I commented that the vacuum wasn’t working well so Zeb looked for a new vacuum bag. They live in the only kitchen cabinet I haven’t purged. The last frontier.
This is a great illustration of why it is hard to do a whole house purge. Before Zeb went looking for a vacuum bag, everything was shoved behind a door. To the naked eye there was no problem. But once Zeb dug into it, the problem became huge and out in the open and impossible to ignore, much like therapy. Unless you are Zeb, he can tune out almost any chaos … and therapists. He’s lost steam on the project and almost every surface is covered with stuff. I’m sure there will be a plaintive post from me tomorrow.
Vacuum bag anyone? Of all these bags he didn’t find the right one. I’m not sure what he’s going to do with these. I know what I would do. Zeb picks these up at estate sales to go with the vacuums he also gets at estate sales. But then he got the Miele and I will never use another vacuum again. He had the nerve, THE NERVE, tell me to never by another AA bag again. Like I’ve ever bought a vacuum bag. Pfah.
This is leaving the house, but is probably going to end up in the garage.
More gardening gloves, a Cone of Shame for Frank (I’m going to cone him up tonight, just for giggles), and a knee brace.
Lots and lots of chemicals. There isn’t a chemical out there that Zeb doesn’t like. Me? I like organic gardening. Opposites attract.
I believe I detect a little glow. I’m going to count it as 10 since I didn’t do it myself. It’s more like 100.