Renovating

I have really started to get serious. I have started cleaning up. An entire two days to clean up my entire life, stuff it into garbage or luggage bags, throw out most of it, keep the keepsakes, Ignore the piles of stuff that has accumulated in my room over the past twelve years of our living in Yemen. I haven't taken my guitar apart yet, I am putting that off as long as I can. The last time I took it apart to go to America I cried steadily for half an hour. I think I associate the guitar with my life... When its in pieces, I'm in for some trouble or something like that. At any rate, taking my guitar apart is a very emotional process for me.

I still haven't packed anything at this point in time, but I have cleaned out a drawer and two shelves that have been full, full, full for the past twelve years. In addition to that, I have burned all my downloaded iTunes music onto a gigantic pile of 6 CDs... I hadn't realized I had bought that much music until I started going through the purchased list in iTunes...

My last few days promise to be full. I haven't started a thing on my room, and it is piled high and deep with junk from my pack rat and at times creative existence. While rooting around it for a book of piano music that I had been practicing out of on guitar (long story) I discovered a fan that I had built from scrap several years ago and that Abe inadvertently ruined by stepping on the wire too many times. I loved that thing before it broke and I threw it on my top shelf some time a year and a half ago...

One last paragraph before I get off. This will freak some people out, make some people cheer and others gasp in despair. Others might not get it. I cut my hair. Ok, good night. Next post will probably be posted in the US of A. (for anyone interested, I fly on the 25th, so as in of well, actually now, mostly just one day from now.) I need to pack. And clean my room. And take my guitar apart. And say goodbye to a lot of people.