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Day five of Operation Not Ending Up On A Hoarding Show, or, "wow, did we just get all of the hardware put onto the same shelf?" We took a trunkload to $SPECIALTY_RECYCLING yesterday (Tuesday morning being their only open hours we can get there during), and the $CHARITY pile has reached "= volume of car" status so we'll need to make a run there over the weekend. Some progress is beginning to be visible, although unfortunately for the "studio" a lot of it's been in my bedroom/office. (It took about half an hour to swap out the lightbulbs with Mum's and... it's kind of a good thing that I started cleaning in here before the illumination was back up to full-strength...)
We've gotten a lot of stuff out of here or assigned to be gotten out of here already, but I feel like almost all of it has been mine; last night I threatened to find a bell and ring it every time Mum says good money and now you want to just throw it away about something. I did manage to think of a way to repurpose the kitchen-cart-that-wasn't-really-suited-to-keep-the-hardware-on into a cleaning-supplies shelf for the bathroom that we'd sort of been thinking about needing (one thing for metro-type shelving, it's adaptable), but it's slow going with all the "still good" arguments. I'm just happy to have found that box of my juvenilia when she wasn't home to object to how much was going into the recycling bag... (I did save a few bits, which I might even post here someday, but overall, um, yeah, don't really need to drag around all of the Million Words Of Crap through my life. Also apparently I'm just not wired for writing Plot...)
The cats think we're moving.
We've gotten a lot of stuff out of here or assigned to be gotten out of here already, but I feel like almost all of it has been mine; last night I threatened to find a bell and ring it every time Mum says good money and now you want to just throw it away about something. I did manage to think of a way to repurpose the kitchen-cart-that-wasn't-really-suited-to-keep-the-hardware-on into a cleaning-supplies shelf for the bathroom that we'd sort of been thinking about needing (one thing for metro-type shelving, it's adaptable), but it's slow going with all the "still good" arguments. I'm just happy to have found that box of my juvenilia when she wasn't home to object to how much was going into the recycling bag... (I did save a few bits, which I might even post here someday, but overall, um, yeah, don't really need to drag around all of the Million Words Of Crap through my life. Also apparently I'm just not wired for writing Plot...)
The cats think we're moving.