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Cleaning the Car
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There is nothing so fatal to character as half finished tasks. |
Thursday, August 19, 1999
Two years ago: When Committees Gather
I've felt a bit scattered when writing these entries, since I've started my new job. I've been working a lot! My boss told me to "go home!" tonight, but I stuck around since the traffic was already bad, doing some work-related writing, and some non-work-related web reading.
I couldn't stay too late, though, because I needed to empty out my car of all the random cruft that has accumulated in it. I'll be driving to Jack's parents' place tomorrow evening, so this was my last chance to make the car a bit more comfortable for my passengers, Jack and his younger daughter H----.
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I pulled up in the alley in back of my building, so as to have easy access to the rented garage where we keep our dumpsters. (That's one reason why I don't take out the trash from my apartment as often as I should. It's a whole production going down the long hall, through a door, up a flight of stairs, through a gate, across the alley, unlocking the garage, and so on!) I paid no mind to the signs that threaten immediate towing, although they do keep folks from parking back here in the usual way.
I dug down to bare carpet in the passenger seat and the back seat, with a bag for recycle, a bag for trash, and putting the things I need to take inside up on the car roof.
Recyclables turned out to be old copies of the Stranger, empty soda cans, and old magazines. Trash was fast food bags, and nasty objects that I don't want to think about.
I kept sets of pages from the print version of this journal, that I need to fold and staple and thrust into people's hands. I found some books that were worth keeping, and various items of Cacophony gear that I might need for future events, like badminton birdies and racket (for badminton golf), and costume items for the Trollsylvanians.
I even emptied out the trunk! Rubber stamps, toys and fun items left over from Potlatch 6. Potlatch 9 is next winter! Which tells you how long these items had been riding around.
So all that remains is to get the thing vacuumed out. Jack doesn't demand all this, by the way, but it seemed like a good time to get this accomplished. Now, if I manage to get the broken window fixed, I'll really have done something!
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