Feng-Shui?

As I didn’t have work today, I used this down time to start a small – well, not so small - home project: sort out, throw, recycle, re-arrange stuff in order to gain space and functionality. Yeah, not so small. If I allowed my Mediterranean sense of exaggeration to take over, I’d say Titanesque project. Today I attacked the first portion of this task, consisting in sorting out all my magazines. You’ve heard me. I keep them all, it’s real bad. So after three years in this home, in which I had already transplanted all my magazines from my previous home, some of which already originated from the previous before the previous home in France- Yeah! - I found myself with no room left for them, unless I’d wanted to let them pile up on the floor, which is nice when you got a really big home, but not in my living room, which also serves as my office and my Art studio. My Gypsiness has its limits, folks. So here we go, and as I’m pretty particular with my magazines, I first sorted them out by category. Don’t get mistaken, I don’t collect the women’s “de-clutter your home” and the like. I’m more on the cultural side: Art magazines, travel and geography magazines, of places I’ve been to, or places I want to go to – yeah, I know, but I did restrict my pile of New Mexico magazine to 5 samples – maps, literary magazines, gardening magazines – got lots of those- home décor magazines, - mostly “Côté Sud”, my favorite- holistic care, and environmental magazines. And newspapers of course. So I made piles, by category. Then came the painful task to decide, Aïe!, which ones to discard and recycle. Most of them were stocked in a special cabinet I have, plus the rest in three magazine racks, two in the living room and one in the restroom. Took me a couple of hours, but I managed to get rid of one magazine rack, and store most of them in the cabinet. I’m not a hoarder, nor a packrat, no, but I like to keep those things. They’re part of me, like an appendix. They’re part of my world. Just like my books. I’m not particularly attached to “stuff”, but books and magazines are almost more important to me than furniture. I like to have them around me in every room. Got books and magazines in my living room, my kitchen, my bedroom, and in the restroom. I ended the day with a big pile of those to recycle, a sense of satisfaction, and inspiration to cook a nice winter stew.
What’s next? Sorting out my photos, you know, those we took before the digital age…