Oddness

Let me tell you a little story here - eventually it will become clear how this relates to my current life.  It was my third year of college, and I was sharing an apartment with Tammy in EGF.  For the first semester I was borrowing Ananias's box spring and mattress.  I can't remember now why she didn't need it at the time.  However, sometime during that year Ananias repossessed her mattress and box spring.  This left me without a bed, so my choices were to sleep on the floor, buy a new bed, or temporarily sleep on the futon in the living room.  I chose the futon at first because it was more comfortable than the floor and I was busy studying, etc. and didn't find the time to purchase a new bed.  Plus, all I had was Reggie, and he wasn't really capable of transporting a bed.  Mostly it was just lack of motivation to buy a new bed - the futon wasn't all that uncomfortable.  When I first started sleeping on the futon I meant for it to be temporary with good intentions of buying a new bed.  But, a week turned into several weeks and perhaps even months.  I don't really remember how long it went on.  I finally bought a new bed, mostly because it was starting to drive my roommate crazy that I was sleeping on her futon in the living room and using my bedroom as a giant closet and dressing room.  I didn't want to live with an insane person if it was easily preventable.  I borrowed Jim's pick-up truck, and Chris and I went to Sam's Club one Saturday and bought a new bed, which I still own by the way.

Anyway, the point of this is: if my living conditions are in disarray, it doesn't really bother me that much as long as it happens gradually or I know the reason they are like that.  For example, my closet.  Events at Christmas time caused me to start a repair on some sheetrock in my closet.  At that time I had to partially empty the shelves in my closet to keep my clothes from getting messed up.  The project went slowly and I finally finished the sheetrock patching in April or March I think.  In May I emptied my whole closet in preparation for painting the ceiling in my closet as part of the patching project.  I'm pretty much at the six month mark of my closet being in disarray.  The end is in sight as the primer went on yesterday.  I just need to slap the paint on, wipe down the shelves, vacuum, and restore my clothes to my closet.  My makeshift closet is now spread out over three different rooms.  Check it out.  And yes, those are all clean clothes, not dirty clothes.  I have a couple laundry bags of dirty clothes around too.  Who knew I had so many clothes?