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The Spider Relocation Project (AKA Office Renovation) @ 3:15 AM

A RECAP (with spiders)

Shared Office with Hubster

Current office space.

Depressing.

Crowded.

Ick.

AKA The Shed

Soon-to-be-Room-of-my-Own

The Shed has been home to random
boxiness since we moved in almost
3 years ago.

BEFORE

Before

The Shed-to-Den-of-Awesomeness
project begins.

And the current inhabitants are
going to have to move.

AFTER

After a lot of heavy lifting
and the relocation of 37 spiders
(32 Daddy Longlegs and 5 Wolf Spiders)

We have . . . empty space!

And the spider relocation project is a success!

Jar of Spiders

However, they revisited me in my dreams during the 3:15 Experiment.

from The 3:15 Experiment
August 7, 2010

A jar of spiders in the sun
daddy long-legs paddling the air
they must be relocated
re launched     spider astronauts
flying in the wind
through space     moments before
touching down on cement block or
woodpile they hold their breath
count one . . . two . . .

I’m not interested in the relocation of spiders
merely the poetic parachute
the lightness of being
the silence of godliness
spiderness is next to godliness
the descent of spiderkind
moment fleeting without
any barbarianism
without ego smash
without combustion
without pushing aside
they catch the breeze
drop without hesitation
into the new void

~ ~ ~

I love how I interrupt the poem in the 2nd half. I remember thinking to myself, “No, I don’t want to write about the process of the relocation of spiders, I want to say something about how beautiful it was when they floated away.”

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The Inner Sanctum (a work in progress)

Okay, so if you were thinking to yourself, that’s not so bad, Danika. Doesn’t look too packed or out of control in your office. That shouldn’t take three weeks!

Well, that’s because I haven’t shown you what’s hiding inside The Shed. My soon-to-be-Inner Sanctum. The place where unpacked boxes have been hibernating for almost 3 years. I’m converting it to my new office. Ta-da!

The-Inner-Sanctum-in-Progress

My first task is to move everything out of The Shed so I can soup up the inside.

It’s all going to have to be piled into the main garage, without blocking access to Victor’s private Kitty Lounge, the laundry machine, and all Baby’s man-gadgets.

Oh, THAT's where I left my file cabinet.

Drywall repair? No problem! Since our reno, I know more about drywall than any poet has a right to know.

How are your summer projects progressing?

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Three Week Office ReOrg Challenge

I’ve been working from home in various capacities for most of my adult life. Moving four times in five years has left me with an unsettled and hodge-podge organizational system. Juggling a book launch, a dozen creative projects and various writing and teaching contracts in an inefficient environment is affecting my ability to focus! Grrr.

The In Box is Waaaaay In

I decided that for my work-at-home-life to actually work, I’d have to create a better space in which the magic can happen. I haven’t had a proper office purge and reorg since 1999. My “things” have been in temporary spaces for years and my filing system has been in transition since 2007. Time to GTSD.

Since I love me a good challenge and start a new contract in 3 weeks, I’ve given myself that amount of time to create that space of my own.

Wall of Books

Baby and I have shared an office space for the past 3 years. Being in this boring, overstuffed space makes me sleepy.

Unfinished & Uninspiring:Time for that to Change

Instead of sharing space, I’m making brand new digs and turning this historical landmark into my new homebase of creative awesomeness (official name forthcoming)

Currently known as THE SHED

If there’s a domestic, creative, industrial project you’ve had on the back burner for months or years (or decades), why not join me in a 3 week summer challenge to remedy that?

How can I nap in these conditions?

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