As I was exchanging audiotexts with Mary on Wednesday morning, I said one of my goals for the day was to clear the boxes off the floor in the living room.
“It looks like I’m a hoarder in training,” I said, finding the perfect phrase to describe my housekeeping style over the nearly three years since Red passed away.
Every so often I decide, “That’s it! From now on, a place for everything and everything in its place,” but then entropy kicks in.
And so the place for those Mannheim Steamroller albums I found at Goodwill last summer turned out to be the box on the floor in front of my stereo system, behind the 1980 John Michael Talbot album that I bought for 19 cents when the old record store closed. When was that, anyway? (Looks it up) Are you kidding me? July 2, 2022?! That’s it! I’m moving boxes today.
Six hours later, I have not removed ALL of the boxes from the living room floor, but I did move the three boxes of LPs into the basement storage room, and more significantly, I cleared an area that can now serve to organize the thousands of hours of entertainment that I own on vinyl, CD, cassette and DVD/BluRay in one big place.
And yes, Mannheim Steamroller is now on the shelf in its rightful place between my Manfred Mann and Marshall Tucker Band albums. For one day, at least, I have successfully established a place for everything.
