One Purple Toe.

Although it was rather painful at the time of impact I don’t think it was bad enough that I will lose the nail. That’s a good start. Also, not broken! Yay. I can bend it, and put pressure on it without wanting to pass out, so definitely not broken. Love it. While there is a good patch of skin & tissue that has changed colour and looks pretty angry, the whole toe didn’t change colour or swell up so I’m happy about that. I can also walk about freely, which is handy. So not my strongest performance ever, but one I will walk away from – mostly. Ha!

While cleaning and reorganizing a basement closet (or one of them anyway) I found a garbage bag, and a carrier bag full of trash. Damn. I was already at our town limit for items to go to the curb yesterday, so it’ll be two weeks until I can toss this new found stuff. Gah! The closer I get to cleaning this house top to bottom, the more I find random hidden garbage caches. I’m happy with the progress, but short of calling in a dumpster or bin, and hauling away everything all at once, I think there will always be something hanging around that I don’t want to keep holding on to. We have storm doors, closet doors, a fire door, paint cans from multiple decades, different flooring tiles or laminate, and vinyl planks. Bins of random junk. I hate all of it. Well the vinyl tiles should be kept, as that’s our current flooring choice, so those boxes make sense to have. But… always so much accumulated crap. I still have an old water softener and brine tank. Which were too heavy for me to lift without my dolly last year when we replaced them. Though now after evaporating all of the water inside the brine tank, it could go upstairs in a pinch. But I need to put it somewhere (not in the garage). Drop ceiling tile bundles hidden in the back of the laundry/furnace room. Old bits of trim mouldings scattered about the property. I’m certain I could nearly fill a dumpster if I included items from out of the garage too.

Where does it end! A lot of those items are an annoyance, but beyond select times when I see them they don’t impact the operation of the house. More of an eyesore than anything else. Even if I scaled way, way back on the things that occupy the interior spaces, our house wouldn’t get any bigger. I may have minimalist leanings sometimes, the rest of my family sure as hell doesn’t. And though it may feel like it, I am NOT throwing things away just for the sake of throwing things away, nor to create the excuse that I must now go shop for replacements.

I have reasons, and a logical rationale for what I’m choosing to toss away. I’d rather be in control over what items of mine get thrown out now, than have my kids or spouse do it under duress when I’m sick, incapacitated, or dead. A touch morbid, but if I can reduce the amount of headache now, and it’s my choice, my decision then I feel pretty good about it. I have no delusions that my kids or spouse will want to keep a hold of every single thing I’ve accumulated over the course of my adult life. I’d hope they would keep some items, but I go whole hog, and my collections get big – fast. So if I can pare it down to just the best, or most meaningful items to me, then there’s less to worry about, and an easier job to clean up after me if/when I’m gone.

In my office I was most saddened to see that two tubes of modelibg/air dry clay had gone off. That was about seven pounds of unused clay that went in the trash. No point holding on to that. It was cheap when I bought it, bust ultimately wasted. That stuff has doubled, nearly tripled in price if I did want to replace it. So not the bargain it once was. I had dreams of using that stuff on my next war gaming terrain build. But you can’t really expect this stuff to sit tight and last for years on end while I get my thoughts together. Oh well. To what might have been! **sobs emphatically **

I am kind of surprised that when I dropped the entire table on my foot it all managed to land, and strike but one single solitary toe with all of the impact force. My big toe on my left foot to be exact. I must have had it raise up in order for it to be the sole benefactor of the blunt force trauma. I would have thought it would strike all the toes excepting maybe the baby toe. But what do I know. I’m a guy whom dropped a hard wood table on his foot, and managed to change the colour of one individual toe in the process. Oh boy did that smart. Kept me awake the first night when my sheets caused that toe to flex or move unexpectedly. Then there is the dog which layed down on it in the middle of the night. And then proceeded to find multiple causes throughout the day to stand directly on top of my bad toe. What a douche. Loveable eight month old puppy doucher.

We’ve reached day fourteen of the cough. Far fewer bouts of extreme coughing now. Still feeling a bit off because of it. When I get going my throat gets sore, and my ribs/abs ache, but it is slowly going away. Thank god. It could have been worse, much worse. Have a wonderful Wednesday everybody. Ciao Bella.