I’ve said it before, and you’ll probably hear me whine 100 times more… purging is hard work. VERY hard.
And it just got harder, because I’ve officially ventured into “The Zone” I’ve been avoiding for a long, long time.
See those big ‘ol metal file boxes? I’ve never been a fan of them. I mean, they weigh more than the house. I’m a DIY girl and I like to change my mind on where stuff goes. But these guys didn’t allow me to easily.
But there’s also a reason why they’re so heavy. They hold 22 years of files from my sign business. Every single work order I’ve ever written is stuffed into their own file folder, complete with notes, pictures, drawings, measurements, shopping lists, the works.
It’s a room that doesn’t like to share. It wants junk and ONLY junk. So I gotta make that happen.
In other words, I have to let more comfort zones go. See where I’m going now?
And when we finally made it to the front door, I heard…
“Is that it?”
“Um… no. It’s going by the… (covering my mouth and muffling)… road.”
I closed my ears off at this point
from the complaining because I was too busy brainstorming how on earth we’d get that elephant all the way down the driveway with no dolly.
And right there in the garden bed was one of those vintage mechanic dollies. I meant to hang it on the wall but… you know. Busy purging and all. Why did I leave it in the garden?! No idea.
We moaned and groaned trying to pick up the cabinet and plunk it on the dolly, but we eventually got there. Sorda. It fell off ‘only twice.’ 🙂
“Don’t laugh! It’s not funny!”
(oh yes it was… Sanford & Son Moving and Storage, at your service.)
But we got it to the road! One down…
And then today, I had to deal with the other cabinet. So I picked up some file boxes to store the goods, and got to work.
The Mac tools guy spotted me striping a firetruck while delivering tools, so he asked if I’d install his company decals for him. Not having a bay to do it in, we did it right there in between the firetrucks.
Kari use to be my student. I taught signmaking at a local collage for a spell. I hired Kari as a trial, and she stayed with me for a long time. We installed the seadoo design, which made me think of the cow patches she put on our white storage cabinets, and the hot coffee she always had ready to roll each time I walked into the office. It was nice to think of her again.
I use to pin stripe for every car dealer in town. If they’d sell a car, they’d call me up and have me whip up a custom kit according to a customer’s desires. All the stripes on the car were done free hand with vinyl.
I’ve met Jack from The Young and the Restless twice. I even met Paul. And Katherine. And that other young guy with the dark hair but don’t remember his name. It use to be ‘my soap.’
I use to tape Y&R at 11am every day, then after work, plug in the VCR. Is it still on? I should check… you know, to see who married who by now. Soaps are very close knit families…
Oh wow. This would be opening day at my 2nd storefront. I joined forces with Ryan who detailed cars. We didn’t want to pay full rent for our place, so we split the building with me doing the signs and autographics, and he the detailing (cleaning). It was a great gig! But that black and white checkered floor we picked out was a headache to keep clean. Looked cool though. When clean.
See what I mean? So many stories.
22 years of stories packed into 3 small file boxes took me 7 years to accomplish. It’s a statement. It means that the files will no longer be within easy pull and roll kinda grasp. It’s one more baby step away from the day job, towards the full blown junk direction.
For now, the files full of memories will be stacked on a shelf, to make way for new stories to emerge.
They may sit there for another 7 years before I have the nerve to let them go though… but I’m kinda thinking they have more stories to tell down the line.
Maybe… hmmm… just maybe.