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Wednesday: walks, decluttering
Feb. 17th, 2021 11:00 pmI did two one mile loops by myself, one listening to Bad Company. That was nice.
I walked with M.
R. cooked the brisket. That was delightful.
I decluttered in the kitchen. This was partly anger driven. R. decanted the beef fat into my bacon drippings jar. I use the bacon drippings to cook with and there is no way in hell I am going to cook with beef fat. I was annoyed -- I was sitting right there. We were talking about the beef fat. The next thing I knew _without asking_ he had used the wrong container. There were literally dozens of clean, empty, available for reuse glass jars. And this is the second time he has wrecked saved bacon fat. I complained. He said it was really good and I could cook with it and I totally lost my shit. Into the recycling went most of the glass jars, all of the saved plastic jars with lids (that I have attempted to reuse for organizing legos, but you cannot get two fingers in and grasp reliably because of the dent at the bottom, so they are useless even for that) (I did use a bunch for a travel spice kit, but that was tricky, because some of the jars have absorbed too much other odor for that purpose) and a ton of other saved plastic trays and containers. We have very nice frigoverre and rubbermaid; we don't need the saved stuff. They were saved because R. hates to throw stuff away that might be useful / is a hoarder in recovery. I hate all of them, because it is not intended for multiple uses and thus tends to crack and plastic flakes off and it is awful. Now it is gone and I am really realizing how much drawer space was sacrificed to store this garbage, forcing so much stuff onto the counter that the counter was not particularly useful and was very unattractive.
*Exactly* hoarding. Ugh.
Anyway. I also threw away a bunch of super dead sponges and replaceable brush heads and kitchen gloves and replaced them with the replacements (of which we have dozens, but I quit replacing things because R. would pull the old ones out of the trash saying they still have some use left in them, which repulsed me, so I quit throwing stuff away instead). Now, it is _so much easier_ and more pleasant to do chores in the kitchen. I mean, I was doing the chores, but it reminded me dozens of times a day just how much I hate using crap that is used up. And it _really bugs me_, because I grew up with a lot less resources (working class, not poor), and there were times we couldn't replace stuff when we wanted to, but I never had to deal with kit as bad as what I had been using for the last year.
And R. had heard enough on this topic, at times dripping with contempt, to hopefully not backslide any time soon. He know this comes from his mother and grandmother, and he doesn't want to live this way either. Apparently, I let it go long enough that even he was starting to feel like it was time to throw more things away.
I also went through the saved-for-reuse box of bags, and got rid of about half of that (trash /recycling goes out tomorrow, so this is the optimal time). And then, A. and I went to her room so I wouldn't be tempted to yell at R. any more, and went through her shirts, pants, night time clothes and shorts. She tried everything on and we bagged it up to go to donation tomorrow in some of the saved for reuse paper bags.
I quit before we got to the closet; I was too tired.
I finished the Lego flower bouquet. It is very pretty.
I walked with M.
R. cooked the brisket. That was delightful.
I decluttered in the kitchen. This was partly anger driven. R. decanted the beef fat into my bacon drippings jar. I use the bacon drippings to cook with and there is no way in hell I am going to cook with beef fat. I was annoyed -- I was sitting right there. We were talking about the beef fat. The next thing I knew _without asking_ he had used the wrong container. There were literally dozens of clean, empty, available for reuse glass jars. And this is the second time he has wrecked saved bacon fat. I complained. He said it was really good and I could cook with it and I totally lost my shit. Into the recycling went most of the glass jars, all of the saved plastic jars with lids (that I have attempted to reuse for organizing legos, but you cannot get two fingers in and grasp reliably because of the dent at the bottom, so they are useless even for that) (I did use a bunch for a travel spice kit, but that was tricky, because some of the jars have absorbed too much other odor for that purpose) and a ton of other saved plastic trays and containers. We have very nice frigoverre and rubbermaid; we don't need the saved stuff. They were saved because R. hates to throw stuff away that might be useful / is a hoarder in recovery. I hate all of them, because it is not intended for multiple uses and thus tends to crack and plastic flakes off and it is awful. Now it is gone and I am really realizing how much drawer space was sacrificed to store this garbage, forcing so much stuff onto the counter that the counter was not particularly useful and was very unattractive.
*Exactly* hoarding. Ugh.
Anyway. I also threw away a bunch of super dead sponges and replaceable brush heads and kitchen gloves and replaced them with the replacements (of which we have dozens, but I quit replacing things because R. would pull the old ones out of the trash saying they still have some use left in them, which repulsed me, so I quit throwing stuff away instead). Now, it is _so much easier_ and more pleasant to do chores in the kitchen. I mean, I was doing the chores, but it reminded me dozens of times a day just how much I hate using crap that is used up. And it _really bugs me_, because I grew up with a lot less resources (working class, not poor), and there were times we couldn't replace stuff when we wanted to, but I never had to deal with kit as bad as what I had been using for the last year.
And R. had heard enough on this topic, at times dripping with contempt, to hopefully not backslide any time soon. He know this comes from his mother and grandmother, and he doesn't want to live this way either. Apparently, I let it go long enough that even he was starting to feel like it was time to throw more things away.
I also went through the saved-for-reuse box of bags, and got rid of about half of that (trash /recycling goes out tomorrow, so this is the optimal time). And then, A. and I went to her room so I wouldn't be tempted to yell at R. any more, and went through her shirts, pants, night time clothes and shorts. She tried everything on and we bagged it up to go to donation tomorrow in some of the saved for reuse paper bags.
I quit before we got to the closet; I was too tired.
I finished the Lego flower bouquet. It is very pretty.