Two signs that it's that time of life (stage)

[UTUSN]

Sign 1: Still able to mow my grass, but for now because there's been none to cut since the end of last summer. There was a small sample to do last week and lasted half an hour followed by flat out nap time. Soon it will be blazing hot with voracious growth and lots of scheming about doing it in early evening with mosquitos or early morning if no dew. And spread over 2 or 3 days with three hours flat out after each session. The change in stage of life is coming, meaning contracting it out.

Sign 2: The easy parts have been in the can for years - managing the disposition of material effects, cremation with all arrangements and Will. Getting rid of *things* is easy. The harder part is the PAPERS. Probably everybody knows what "THAT BOX" means - or boxES, of crap residue of the lifetime. Probably nobody would miss any of it and will never study it - we want them to or DO we?!1 Yet, it's a pang to trash it - the scribblings and relationships. Yet all that PAPER, so proximate to *trash* in material worth. But all those biographies and autobiographies of Great People, where every dang detail and scrap was hoarded and precious. And us English majors fantasize about having our psyches dissected - by an UNDERSTANDING, COMPASSIONATE interpreter - down to the cell level and beyond to whatever smaller unit comes.

So then the option rationalized into transferring all the paper onto DISCs and shredding the paper - brilliant! This became a mania of *months* - sorting, chronologizing, scanning all Landscapes into Portraits. Not unexpected but worse was the *RE-LIVING* of every scrap of life.

Turned out into two large sections. So it's all done. Two discs. Binders and hundreds of page protectors donated to Habitat. Special carrying case for the discs, and don't DARE scribble anything else. And who knows what to do with the discs.

[dweller]

1. ...

Sign 1 : it’s still March here, so no green grass to speak, but I’m resolved to mowing with my self propelled the borders of my yard a bit each day, leaving the middle to my rider that I purchased used with 1st stimulus check ... it’s actually just about as hard to steer the beast around as it is to chase the self propelled, plus it has headlights, so can piss off the neighbors who hire it out to crews that arrive 7am to mow ...

Stage 2: I’m committed to put lying my life into complete disorder before my times up, as I’ve had a 40 year old head start, why mess with a good thing ?
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[UTUSN]

6. "self-propelled" - have wondered about that "chase the self propelled"

And tried the cheapest riding mower for a couple of years, and yeah "hard to steer." Used it only 3 or 4 times per year, and after the first couple of times there was a *problem* every single time, would stall out or whatever. My neighbor is a hyper, Home Improvement dude, wants to help but it seldom works out. If I'm cutting ONE piece of foot and a half board he wants to do it and wants to cut HALF A DOZEN pieces. Then I yell. So he craves to take machines apart and did something to the riding thing, and it was never the same. I ended up donating it to the VFW, where they fixed it and are using the Hades out of it. If I had known I would have kept it, but just wanted to get it away from my neighbor's clutches.

[PortTack]

2. Make some copies of those discs, or put them in a cloud somewhere as backups

They can easily be corrupted...

[UTUSN]

3. Whoa, something else to worry about, Yea, they're in Adobe PDF cloud for now. Thanks.

[PortTack]

5. Good! I used to design patterns, sewing and knitting for major companies and lost a disc once,

It was hours of work to recreate..ughhh

[Frasier Balzov]

4. Hate doing it. Love having done it.

[UTUSN]

7. "it"?