Steve finished the Sports Illustrated Relocation Project. I bought 9 bins the other day, then we went to a different Lowe's yesterday and bought 4 more. He was able to fit 3 years per bin, but mama, those bins are heavy! I had envisioned them on some huge wood shelves we have but stacking them on this giant pallet proved much better, due to the weight. (I'm a little hinky
about storing anything, even in plastic, directly on the basement floor, for fear of a malfunctioning water heater. Ask Mom and Dad about how much fun that is to deal with.)Stefani
: So what is Lizz
going to do with all these Sports Illustrated when you die? Because I'll be long gone, unable to help her.
Steve: No, remember, we had a deal, I have to die first because I can't live without you.
(Insert sappy music here.)Stefani
: No, seriously.
Steve: I guess maybe she can sell them, at least the older issues.Stefani
: They're worth money?? Hell, let's sell them now! I want to go on a really nice, long vacation. On your dime! C'mon
Like I said before, they make him happy.
And the pool table is uncovered! The Buffalo Bills comforter (made by yours truly) that usually covers it, is in the washing machine at this moment. (We have a cat who pees on stuff, so for some wacky reason she was less inclined to pee on the comforter than the cover. I know some cats have a preference for hard surfaces, while others like soft surfaces, but our wack
job (or is it whack job?) is an all-surface pee-er. I can't explain the comforter phenomenon. And after ages of trying to cope with this cat, whom we love dearly otherwise, she's now on chicken flavored "Prozac". It was either her or us, we told the vet.)
Note the shelves above the SI tote bins - largely bare. The rest of the room is still a work in progress - that's what I worked on while Steve boxed magazines. I Freecycled
2 TVs, a box of stamping magazines and some magazine file boxes. Oh - and a bunch of candy making supplies (molds for chocolates) that I had tons of responses for! I'm taking a bunch of small stuff to work to put on our Freecycle
table there - it's easier. If stuff doesn't go there, I may toss it or bring it home and give it a go on the Freecycle
list. I love Freecycle
We also put stuff out to the curb that is mostly gone now, just some broken bamboo blinds remain and a (formerly) working vacuum cleaner. The guy who took the Hibachi, cut the electric cord off the vacuum cleaner and took just the cord! Two kitchen chairs and a quilt rack were taken under cover of darkness last night. I'm still amazed how long it takes people to take curbside stuff on this street. When I lived in the Village of Fairport
, the stuff would barely be out of my hands and it was gone. But now we live on a rural road with not that much traffic. I'm always happy when stuff goes to a new home.
We have 3 blue recycle boxes full of cut up cardboard - and lots of Simon's high school work. Apparently, he is or at least was of the mind, when I ask him to clean his room, his solution is to dump everything in a plastic box and store it. Until Mom finds it and ditches everything. Problem (for him) solved. Kids.
That bed that's on it's side in the 2nd
photo is one of the bunk beds that Lizz's
grandmother bought her when we moved to this house. Our friend DJ is using one in his "room" in our basement. We've been at a loss where to store them - plus the mattresses, so when DJ moved in months ago, that solved half of the problem.
Now that Steve's mom has passed away, his sister will stay with us (half the time, the other half with their brother) when she comes back to visit so we're fixing up the 4th
bedroom, which is tiny and closet-less, to be both my Pine Tree Designs gallery and her room. We'll make the bed kind of look like a day bed/couch. She has a bad back so she'll love the like newness of this mattress (second bunk, barely used). We'll have to cover it with something attractive when she's not here though; that area (now holding a futon) is one of Reggi's favorite spots to hang out in during the day, giving her a good view of the driveway. The black futon that's in there now is actually tri
Of course, I didn't accomplish one tenth of what I intended to this weekend - but enough so I feel good. Ever since Simon moved back home last year and his stuff took over the basement, I've felt like things have been out of control. The phrases I use all the time are, "I'm taking our house back," and "This is not who we are, or how we live." Steve and I are both tidy and organized people so it kills us that our house is in disarray. You have to remember that when we moved here, we combined the contents from 2 two-person homes so we had a shitload of stuff at one point. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.