ERR 100

100 things I’d rather do than clean out closets… okay, only 27…

I had a “life’s bleach-able moment” that resulted in DAYS of disinfecting everything, including myself, after the peeps on the next floor up clogged their toilet. I don’t know how many times they tried to flush whatever wouldn’t go down, but OMGosh… they flooded their bathroom. Then their sewer water leaked through the floor, traveled the concrete joint seam, and rained into my closet. The water must have hit wires along the way, as it shorted out my electric. I got dripped on while placing catch bins and pulling stuff out of that closet.

YUCK! And double triple YUCK!

Of course, THEY got their mess cleaned up a lot faster than I could get mine… by the time my power was back on, they were cranking tunes and throwing a party. At least that is what it sounded like… ERR!

It is NOT the first time they flooded their bathroom. Last time, they were drawing a bath and forgot to turn off the faucets. One time is a fluke… twice tells me to be prepared. They will do it again. Since I have absolutely no control over other people, the only thing I can do is turn that closet into bin central… only store items sealed inside plastic tubs in there so it will be easier on me when I have to disinfect AGAIN.

So, that’s what I’ve been doing… cleaning like crazy, throwing stuff out, and flipping closets. Which means cleaning out ALL closets, which I really did not want to do… but, may as well get it done.

So, where’s my list of 100 27 things I’d rather be doing?

Writing the list is ON the list… so right now, it is in my head as loose ideas just floating around. Can you deal with that? Yeah, just roll with it baby.

I’m laughing… writing this blog post has given me a much needed break. It will be alright.

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Perfectionist?

I feel contentedly subdued today, as in “quiet and rather reflective” and NOT “depressed” if you check online dictionaries. A peaceful calm has settled over my nest and I am energized as in revived, able to take on tasks postponed far too long, such as scraping the old paint off the old bathroom tiles. That has been on my “to do” list ever since I moved into this place.

Am I a perfectionist?

Words echo, circle in my head, audio memories in other people’s voices: if you are going to do something, do it right. If you can’t do it right, there’s no sense doing it at all. Rip it out and start all over. Learn to do as many things as you possibly can and learn to do each well, someday you might need a loaf of bread. A is for average. Three strikes, you’re out. Trained by the best to be the best. Error free, hit the mark, dead on. Precision, precise, perfection?

It’s not a piano. Precision not required to build a crude crate. Nor apparently, to paint apartments. It will take hours to scrape down the tiles, days because I am in no hurry. Whenever I go in there, maybe scrape a little more. I’m doing it because sloppy workmanship drives me nuts. Yet, it is par for the course. Another echo: not everyone does things like we do.

I think I am a perfectionist when precision is required. That’s a given… as a tool & die maker, I worked to close tolerances, often plus or minus a tenth. That’s ±0.0001″ for those not familiar with the lingo. So yes, I am a bit of a perfectionist per training and conditioning. I definately expect more from myself than I do from others, especially if I know that I can do better. But not about everything… not everything is a piano.

What I am asking myself today: how much tolerance do I allow myself and should I work on loosening that up a bit?

Well, I can’t be too much of a perfectionist if I have lived with THIS (see photo below) for damn near a year.

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