but never witnessed any
- flying lamps or
- shrieking harpies.
A desk, computer, 2 printers, paper shredder, binders full of household records and an art table because I
- How many of you doodle during meetings?
- How many doodle on tests? (Supposedly a sign of giftedness - rebellion)
- Do you save your doodles?
As a "creator" I enjoy the self-anointed god-like omniscience to decide life or death for my creations. There is no other choice for my children...life everlasting stuffed into old boxes and hauled around for 50 years.
The office: The birth of Scissorcraft websites. My desire to illustrate collided with new grand kids and my ability to create web sites. This office is I watched my pin-money sky-rocket from $300 to $50K before returning to crash and burn. The internet is a dirty place, filed with pirates, thieves and noble causes and I fought them all the way down.
And, for no points, the category is:
Tedious, time consuming stacks of stuff
- Pens that still write,
- lids with no jars,
- pieces without games
These are not Jeopardy questions, these are bags and boxes of things to be sorted through. Things which have no place in decent society. Broken, disheveled rejects of stuff. Oh when will those old pens dry out! I know those jars are around somewhere. I just have to match up the games up, that's all.
- the good,
- the bad,
- the ugly
intermixed into the heap. Children's drawings, my drawings, writings of old times, friends and school mates. Boxes and bags of
Good intentions long past due, now no dates, no places, no names...now bags of loose photos envelopes, negatives. All this...before inheriting my Fathers vast collection.
Conclusion: The Chaos Room The place where every thing I deny exists to mock me and my
- procrastination's and
- I don't have time
- It's not the right time
- It's not really that important
Guest Room. The kids are all grown and into their own lives miles away. These days the cat keeps company with the haunted spirit and sleeps comfortably between the big fluffy pillows, surrounded by piles of books, blankets and boxes.
Office Room: Scissorcrafts continues but her images are scattered throughout the Internet due to electronic file sharing. Pandora's box opened, gone are the days when this self-anointed god-like omniscient one may decide life or death for her creations. My children have achieved life everlasting.
Junk Room. The junk room continues to feed the dragon.
I've waved the white flag, called in the kids - please take what is theirs and all of the rest. Last week my daughter brought over three bins of new stuff to add to the junk room. Sometimes I think I will leave it all to the kids, maybe they will burn the place down.
There may come a time when the
converge and I finally have the time, at the right time, when it is really important...one of these days, I'll finally slay the monster in my house...real soon