I now pay for 3 storage units - over $350 a month - too much. I haven't been to one of them in over 5 years, $3000 ago. The lock is rusty and won't work. After much shoving and pulling I get it open, then the metal slide won't move. After much shoving and pulling I get it to move, then the door itself won't open, and the plastic cord gives me splinters. After much dusty pulling I lift the plastic door about 4 feet up and bend into the unit. Boxes of my three children's books, dusty, some destroyed, a box of cassette tapes (does anyone have a cassette player anymore?), a silk plant, an ancient broken sofa, not mine, and I think, so THIS is what $3000 of junk looks like.
I just can't do it anymore. I just can't. I am beyond my breaking point as I tell my husband to bring back 9 boxes each of the books, and figure out what to do with the rest of the unit. I won't pay anymore after the end of this month. I've got 5 days. No more, as the Winnebago Man says, making a moving X with his hands in front of him. NO MORE! Only it's funny when he does it, angry all the time, swearing, calling flies "jackasses". It's not funny when I do it, and I find humor in absolutely everything I can.
I've got to get the Bismarck house cleaned before I can get it painted before I can rent a U-Haul to move some furniture out of the storage unit and back to Bismarck so I don't have to pay for the unit anymore. Dizzy. I can't do much of anything else but manage this mess. And I try to remain optimistic. At least there's no MORE stuff to handle - just THIS stuff that sits in my garage and my kitchen and my front room and my sunroom and my library and storage units. Just a few more hundred hours and I'll be through it, then what? It's always something, isn't it?
At least I'm not buying MORE things. Maybe that's good enough for now. I've stopped the flow but still have to clean up the damage the overflow made. Yes, that's it. Keep going, keep your eyes on the new, on the Light, chin up, make a joke, spend time with friends, lighten up, Susie - things could be worse, you know. I know that, yes yes and more yes. But right now the mud has gotten churned up from the bottom of the lake and it's hard to see the bottom. And I don't even want to be cleaning weeds in the lake anyway - I want to be sitting on an air mattress looking up at the warm sun, one hand dangling into the cool water, listening to the crazy loon calling to his mate.