You should have seen this corner of the room before I started work on it! There was a pile of assorted stuff where the fan is that had to be sorted through and dealt with - Keep, Donate, or Trash. To do so, I had to make space in a second closet for the stuff I needed to keep. So far, I'm at least $40 richer, as I found a cell phone holder that contained: (1) a $20 bill, (2) an MTA Metrocard for use on the subways, and (3) a blank check to be used for my co-pay when I visit my doctor.
At the time I wrote this, I still had the time to either go into NYC to catch a Broadway play at half price, or to visit my brother on Long Island. So I'll talk about this (if warranted) some other day. For now, I plan to keep up with my cleaning, then call CWS about getting together tomorrow. At least, she understands the headaches of deferred house cleaning.
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A while back, I noted that I let things go to hell in my place shortly after the pandemic struck. With the loss of two of the people I used to lean on for support, I had to build a new network from scratch - something very hard to do during the pandemic. The mess that built up in this place was a direct result of the depression I was going through at the time. Little did I know how bad this mess would grow.
Right now, my living room/dining area is a mess, and is filled with 5 large bags used for items I mean to donate to charity. There will be more bags to go to charity in the near future, as I don't want to have storage containers (or shoes) in the other 3 corners of the bedroom. Assuming that I were to get a new job (I'm waiting for the results of the interview. I'm not counting on an offer, as I expect that age discrimination has already taken me out of the running), I will spend a couple of free days in a row to clean up this place.
Once I have this place tolerably clean, and have a place inside my closets for all of my feminine stuff, I will again have my cleaning lady come. I'll bet that she will need an extra couple of hours (or more) to get rid of the dust, etc. that has accumulated over the two years since her last visit.
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