Not sure if I mentioned that on Friday before Easter, My friend June called me again to "report" that she had found another pile of boxes of records that I might want. If I could only come and take them away ...
These were in the basement where they kept decorations for Christmas, 4th of July, Raceday Indy 500 stuff, Thanksgiving prep, Cubs and Colts crap, IU basketball, etc ... he was a massive sports fanatic!
It has taken her over a year to get to this point in her grieving process. But now she wants to sell the house and move somewhere closer to her kids with much less upkeep than a bigass house.
Anyway, this last (I checked the entire house very well, this is it! We are done!) pile was even larger than the first and included at least three times as many CDs.
You can not just make a giant pile of boxes of LPs and expect anything good to come from that.
I only had on hand some salvaged particle board I had planned to use in my attic space for shelving lumber, but I made freestanding shelves out of that instead, which I attached to the walls on two sides.
I can barely see the upper third of my ceiling height mono stack as it is all shelves of boxes of LPs and CDs.
Now I am doing my best to Pre-Cull this giant stack of stuff and seperate things I might want to keep from what I will definitely donate to Goodwill or some such.
The problem I am having is that I pick up an album I haven't heard in a while and spend the next ten minutes exploring every detail of the cover art and I can't put it down. This is taking forever, even though I have a workable culling plan to work through.
This is a constant thing I often fight. I have detail fixations of some sort.
At this time, I am still wondering if my internal "confliction" is truly a detriment to producing an outcome or if it is helping me to feel the full gravity of what I have before me to deal with.
Oh Boy!
I spent the week cobbling together makeshift shelving so that nothing is stacked upon anything else and is no longer scattered around the acreage of what is left of my garage floor area.
I am not really compaining to have this problem, except for the consistent insufficiency of my internal fortitude required to start (easy!) and finish (tough!) any one thing.
I am pleased to say that my old friend had the decency to protect all of his stored albums in high quality slip cases with nice inner sleeves. If I had to do that, just the investment of supplies would be substantial.
I sold the Klipsch to an enthusiast, btw and I gave away the Advents to a speaker repair guy.
June would not accept the money for the Klipsch speakers. She said I had done so much and got her all that money before. And then she called on me again, So, NO more money. She is a treasure. My friend was a lucky man and a good man who always helped others.
So please do not think I am bitchin'
It's just that the task at hand is going to take me some time. If I am not around as much, just assume that I am sitting on a swirly stool reading the entire inner notes on an amazing old album trying to decide which pile to honor with its presence.
... and I'll be around from time to time.