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So, diary! Today I organized my clothes.
Right, so that's the "Tell them what you're about to tell them" part out of the way. Now I can go ahead and tell you.
Anyway, sometime today (probably shortly before noon – I get off to a slow start when I turn off my 7 A.M. alarm watch), my mother, who is currently engaged in a massive house-renovation project (which, like all house-renovation projects in the history of mankind, is getting continuously less massive), asked me to put away my clothes. Specifically, she asked me to take my clothes off my bed, box the winter stuff, and put the rest in my drawers. My clothes-organization system heretofore had been, in essence, "stack the clothes in the trash bags from the laundromat on the bed, and shift them to clear a two-foot wide space on the edge for me to sleep in". Thus the "take the clothes off the bed" part.
In any case, I went ahead and began to do that.
That is, I began to put clothes in dresser drawers and boxes, not on my bed with a two foot wide gap for sleeping. Yeah.
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chanlemur's "Starbuck Avenger" seems to be infecting my grammar – I almost changed "began to do that" to "begun to do that". Um.)
So, the actual clearing of the clothes. It turned out not so bad – there actually was a fair fraction of my clothes already off my bed; in bags near my dresser, even. I started with rearranging the then-contents of my dresser, though.
How I ended up with two 12-inch by 24-inch by 10-inch boxes entirely full of sweaters and sweatshirts is beyond my comprehension. There's only two items in there I give two figs about, both sweaters, and I don't remember ever buying a sweatshirt.
In any case, I ended up with the above sweatwear (is that a word? That's not a word. What is that?), one box of miscellaneous damaged goods (some of which should become scraps, some of which I still like), and a box of long pants. Having cleared all that out, I packing the rest of the clothes in was relatively easy.
And so, one task complete. And my bed is still covered with stuff except for a two foot wide gap for sleeping in, but it's not clothes anymore.
Packbat ... out!
Right, so that's the "Tell them what you're about to tell them" part out of the way. Now I can go ahead and tell you.
Anyway, sometime today (probably shortly before noon – I get off to a slow start when I turn off my 7 A.M. alarm watch), my mother, who is currently engaged in a massive house-renovation project (which, like all house-renovation projects in the history of mankind, is getting continuously less massive), asked me to put away my clothes. Specifically, she asked me to take my clothes off my bed, box the winter stuff, and put the rest in my drawers. My clothes-organization system heretofore had been, in essence, "stack the clothes in the trash bags from the laundromat on the bed, and shift them to clear a two-foot wide space on the edge for me to sleep in". Thus the "take the clothes off the bed" part.
In any case, I went ahead and began to do that.
That is, I began to put clothes in dresser drawers and boxes, not on my bed with a two foot wide gap for sleeping. Yeah.
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chanlemur's "Starbuck Avenger" seems to be infecting my grammar – I almost changed "began to do that" to "begun to do that". Um.)So, the actual clearing of the clothes. It turned out not so bad – there actually was a fair fraction of my clothes already off my bed; in bags near my dresser, even. I started with rearranging the then-contents of my dresser, though.
How I ended up with two 12-inch by 24-inch by 10-inch boxes entirely full of sweaters and sweatshirts is beyond my comprehension. There's only two items in there I give two figs about, both sweaters, and I don't remember ever buying a sweatshirt.
In any case, I ended up with the above sweatwear (is that a word? That's not a word. What is that?), one box of miscellaneous damaged goods (some of which should become scraps, some of which I still like), and a box of long pants. Having cleared all that out, I packing the rest of the clothes in was relatively easy.
And so, one task complete. And my bed is still covered with stuff except for a two foot wide gap for sleeping in, but it's not clothes anymore.
Packbat ... out!
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