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Now to sit a while.
Through my parents' social networks, I got a part-time gig for today and Sunday helping someone clean out her office since her lease is up this Monday. She's been in that space for 35 years, meeting people and interviewing them and then writing about it, so she's got a lot of papers and a lot of memories. It happens.
What also happened is that while I was determined to do a good job when I got there, I had cold brew at lunch. The effect of it was that ended up I approximating some kind of herding dog in terms of dedication and drive to the task. It was kind of wild, honestly.
Not only was I sorting and organizing, I was on point about keeping her focused and on track to the tasks at hand and not get caught up in memory or indecision. I was practically nipping at her heels a few times, like a corgi or an Australian cattle dog. I knew it was hard and that she had a lot of papers and even more memories, and still. I kept on nipping!
There was a moment the building's super came to see what was going on, how progress was coming. He asked if we'd be done by Sunday night. "No," I said. No hesitation, no anger, just the statement. I explained that at the rate we were moving, it'd be at least until Tuesday, unless we wanted to box up everything without much finesse or any dedicated systems.
I think this Sunday is going to involve almost no finesse. And some nipping. But hopefully no growling. Though, because she might want someone else to help sort her stuff once it gets home, there might be puppy dog eyes involved.
What also happened is that while I was determined to do a good job when I got there, I had cold brew at lunch. The effect of it was that ended up I approximating some kind of herding dog in terms of dedication and drive to the task. It was kind of wild, honestly.
Not only was I sorting and organizing, I was on point about keeping her focused and on track to the tasks at hand and not get caught up in memory or indecision. I was practically nipping at her heels a few times, like a corgi or an Australian cattle dog. I knew it was hard and that she had a lot of papers and even more memories, and still. I kept on nipping!
There was a moment the building's super came to see what was going on, how progress was coming. He asked if we'd be done by Sunday night. "No," I said. No hesitation, no anger, just the statement. I explained that at the rate we were moving, it'd be at least until Tuesday, unless we wanted to box up everything without much finesse or any dedicated systems.
I think this Sunday is going to involve almost no finesse. And some nipping. But hopefully no growling. Though, because she might want someone else to help sort her stuff once it gets home, there might be puppy dog eyes involved.
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