Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Downsizing - The Pit and the Pendulum

    When you decide to downsize your living arrangement, you really need to plan that out long before you begin your move. You need to get rid of furniture, empty out all of the storage and closets, and basically reconsider everything you have purchased and saved and hoarded over many years. When we moved from our 2 story 3-bedroom townhouse into a much smaller single level apartment (2 bedroom), it was a nightmare move — especially for me, because I was the one coordinating the move and the downsizing for both dad and myself. 

    We decided to make that move for many reasons, but the reason that kicked us into gear to do it then and there was that our current lease was expiring, and the new rent was increasing by over $400 a month. Our other *main* reasons were that we didn't need that much space, and my father was getting older, and in fact elderly; The stairs were becoming an increasing issue for him.

    The downsize to a smaller apartment decreased our living (and storage) space by roughly 600 square feet. One thing I didn't take into consideration at the time is that there is a big difference between livable space vs. usable space: We now have fewer closets for clothes and storage, as well as having smaller closets than before. Even after I thought that I had downsized everything to work in the new apartment, we ended up having to rent 2 small storage closets from the apartment complex in order to get everything out of the townhouse. 

    We gave away couches, chairs, and other furniture, and even artwork to relatives. But I had not taken into consideration a lot of things that came back to haunt me at the last minute. Things like the Bedroom Door Position vs. Window Position vs. Closet Door Position. That plays a big role in how you can position the furniture in a room and what will be the actual livable space, and correspondingly how much space you have for storage. I ended up having to give away some furniture to the furniture movers, who thankfully accepted them as part of their tip. I had to get rid of 2 nightstands from my bedroom and that cost me 4 drawers of space for clothes. 

    The reason I felt that I had to divest myself of those needful nightstands was because I put my large L-Shaped desk, which had been in our 3rd bedroom of the townhouse, into my bedroom in the new apartment. In hindsight, this was a mistake, and I now regret it. 


Yes, 11 years later, and I am regretting it now. 


    I am attached to the L-Shape cubical-style desk because I had it custom-built in 1995. It was not inexpensive, and that is one reason my brain would not let it go. But the fact is, and always was, that it is too large for my current bedroom. I know that if I had been with someone at the time, both of us sharing the same bedroom, there is no way they'd have allowed me to keep that desk. [*chuckle*]

    I just ordered a new desk, much smaller, and I will finally be getting rid of the L-Shaped desk that rules the space in the bedroom. It was designed, after all, to have its own room. I find that I don't need that roommate anymore. I need... space. 


***


    Let me advise you on this: If you have clothes hanging in a closet that press against other clothes so tightly that you have to struggle to get something out, you have too many clothes. If the clothes rod is drooping, you have too many clothes. If the shelf is sagging in the middle, you have too many clothes and shoes and junk on that shelf. And if you have to struggle to close a dresser drawer, you either have too many clothes, or you are not good at folding clothes. 😏


Stuff Clothes Closet


    Get a trunk (or footlocker) to put at the bottom of your clothes closet (if it is large enough for one). Put your winter clothes into it during the summer, and your summer clothes into it in the winter. If you can get some of those vacuum storage bags, that will be even better. The clothes will stay fresh and clean and spiders and other insects won't make holes in your clothes. You will also have much more space in that footlocker (or a box) to put clothes in.


Vacuum Storage Bag


    Let's face it, most people are never going to wear the majority of the clothes that they have accumulated over the years. As you get older most of those clothes are not going to fit you anymore, or they are so out of style as to be kind of embarrassing. Not everyone can pull of that look of wearing a Metallica t-shirt when they are 59 years old (or even 40) — Especially a t-shirt that is faded by many years of being run through washing machine cycles. It only looks cool... to you... and 3 of your intoxicated friends. 

    Some people keep clothes (and shoes and misc. stuff) with the idea that they will eventually be "handed down" to their kids or younger relatives. That is old-world thinking. The modern generations don't want hand-me-downs from family. They don't. They might smile and accept them from you but will be putting that stuff far in the back of their own closet or in storage, never to be seen again until it is time for them to downsize. 

    We accumulate a lot of *unused* things over the years, much of it from impulse purchases and gifts from friends and family. But that Sushi Set has been in the back of the closet for the last 10 years, sitting next to the Fondue Set that you got back in 1990, and both perched on top of the Monopoly game (the one with 3 pieces still missing) that you've had since you were a kid. We never realize just how much unused stuff we have until we have to move it all. We never understand why we hold on to some things for so many years when we don't need it, don't really want it, and might have forgotten that we even have it. 

    When you begin to realize that you are no longer living in a home, that you are in fact living in a storage unit for your stuff, that is when the light goes on in your brain and the word "downsizing" becomes more attractive; The light illuminates everything, even those boxes of unknowns at the back of some of your closets.

    Sure, one night many years from now, you will be sitting in the kitchen and the idea of having a Fondue Party might spring to your mind. You will regret downsizing the Fondue Set you had since 1990 at that moment, but that moment will pass very quickly. Believe me, it will. Your friends and family might claim to like the idea of a Fondue Party, but they really just want the free food. Order a pizza and they will come. Cook burgers and fries, they will come. Tell them you have donuts, they will come. 

    Actually, if you invite me to a Fondue Party, I won't be coming. I like melted cheese and bread, but I don't like the idea of someone double-dipping the bread that has been in their mouth into the shared pot. I don't even like it when someone forks something off of my plate. I usually say, "Well, this is all yours now. I'll order something else."


Yeah. I am one of those kinds of people. I really, really, am.


    Downsizing is painful. It is! Whoever tells you differently, that person already downsized and then forgot how painful it was. And that tells you that the pain of downsizing doesn't last forever. It is liberating, stress-relieving, and removes anxiety for the future — when it is all done and over with; Not during, but when it is over and done and far behind you. You do not need the Fondue Set as your roommate, and the Monopoly game can't afford its share of the rent, so time to evict them. I am doing it, finally, after 11 years, with my desk. It is hard, but next month I will feel better, and won't miss it at all. 

    Well, except for that one-night some years from now when I will miss it... for about 3 minutes. 



Me, Me, Me


Monday, August 1, 2022

Friendly Neighbors and the Coffee Drinker

FB Meme - Neighbor just said Hi Again

A friend posted this Meme on Facebook. It made me laugh a little and also feel a little sheepish. I wrote a reply comment which is actually (almost) 100% a truth of my life:


      I wake up in the breaking-dawn morning, make coffee, and if the weather permits, I will go sit on the porch and breath in the new day. I will sit there and sip coffee, read a book, or a newspaper in the quiet solitude of the apartment complex. Sure, from time to time someone will walk by on their way to work, and we might nod to each other, or might not. I am happy with my coffee, or my tea, with my book, and with myself, alone. 

    After oftentimes hours of sitting in peace, someone will walk by, sometimes alone, sometimes with their dog, and will come over close to me and say, "Good morning! How are you? Is that book any good?"

    I mumble a reply and smile, hoping they will go away soon. They usually do. If they have a big dog, I will say my usual lame joke about it needing a saddle. We chuckle, and they leave. 

    I go back into my apartment, shut the door, and grumble, "They never leave me alone! I can't get a moment of peace. I need to move to a secluded farm! Damned people!" 

Heh heh heh


Yeah. That's me in a nutshell. 


Best regards,

M.W. Van Dyke

Broken Teeth and Broken Promises

    So. The MOBILE Dental Service I just set up with and had my first appointment with last Tuesday posted a notice on their Facebook page that they are now going to be stationary at one location in Louisville starting on 8/1/22. They don't come to you; you go to them - except on a reviewed case-by-case basis.

    Since last Tuesday, I've been calling the number provided by the mobile dental hygienist to schedule my next dental appointment (and to get that bad front tooth extracted); I waited a long time in hold queues and left several messages. No one ever called me back. I was starting to get annoyed because it was appearing that I was being *ghosted*. 

    I could have gone to an urgent care dental place if they were not going to follow up with me after the Tuesday appointment. I *needed* that tooth addressed.

    Well... that notice was "noticed" by me too late in the day and the other dental office I was considering was already closed for the weekend. That frustrated me to no end. 
    
    Long story short, the loose and descended tooth is out. I helped it leave the nest. I am now an official front-toothless Kentucky resident - something I never thought I would be. *sighs*

    Ah well. Once everything heals up, I will get an appointment with a different dental practice. I see no reason to use a mobile dental practice that isn't... mobile. 

***

    The weekend passed by and today is Monday. At 9:00am a voice call and a text message came in on my cellphone. Another call came in on my home line at around the same time; I did not answer the phone calls in time, so they went to voicemail. When I checked the messages, the calls/messages were from the MOBILE Dentist Service - the one that *ghosted* me all last week when I was repeatedly attempting to schedule the tooth extraction and follow up appointment.

    It seems that they set me up for an appointment for the tooth extraction and follow-up TODAY, at 4:00pm (rush hour traffic), in downtown Louisville, at a location that is an industrial warehouse.

On top of that, we are having major storms roll into the area today.

    No return calls, no text messages or e-mails, no call notifying me that they won't be coming here, I must go there; Just suddenly out-of-the-blue, "Your appointment is today."

Err. No thank you. I declined. I didn't call them back on the phone, I responded to the text message that said to reply with a Yes or No to confirm or cancel the appointment. I replied "NO".


I was nice about it. What I really wanted to type was "F*** No!"


    I would not go to the place shown in the photo below even if it was just up the street from my house. The first thought that came to my mind when I looked up the address and saw the building was, this is a place where they steal your kidney, and you wake up in a bathtub with ice around you - with this note pinned on your shirt: "Go to the hospital now!"


901 S. 15the Street in Louisville



Sheeeeesh and sheeeeet!

Bleh

Crazy.