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And they’re off!
Ok lets see….today this morning in between taking kids to school and getting ready for Bible Study at 9 I got 2 boxes packed. I don’t remember what is in them but it must not be important because I’m not missing it. Then after lunch and about 45 minutes in front of the tv catching up on Katie, Henry, Mike, and whatever that ditsy redhead is called, I emptied Yes, people, EMPTIED the basement onto the patio. EMPTIED included boxing up 4 cartons of books and sorting all the toys into their respective containers. When #’s 2 and 3 got home, I gave them each a scrub brush, a bottle of Soylent Green, and a little can of Comet, and put them to work scrubbing the floor.
The Basement Floor is now Clean and Waxed.
It will become the staging area for all packed up boxes, as the real estate agent says people expect basements to have boxes in them.
Now. I have a problem. There is a phenomenally funky odor eminating from either under my bed or under the bathroom sink. I mean, really funky. Like something maybe even squirrel sized crawled behind a suitcase and died. On the carpet. Underneath my very heavy Sealy Posturepedic mattress. On the carpet. *sigh* Hopefully it’s in the bathroom, replacing a vanity would be much easier and cheaper than a 15×25 carpet. *deep sigh* 9 years in a house and something chooses NOW to crawl into my bedroom and die. Gross. and I’ll probably be the one to get it out because I am the one with a strong stomach.
I am taking the task of getting this house ready 1 day and 1 room at a time. Tomorrow, I think it will be the basement closet, as it is the repository for All Unnecessary Stuff Deemed Too Valuable To Throw Away. You know, the camp stove, the pitcher shaped like a lemon, the ugly but finely crafted afghan, and the 2 large boxes that haven’t been opened since our move in 1988 but must be valuable because I’ve held on to them this long.
The good news is, I have plenty of boxes, tape, paper to wrap breakables. I went to the U-Haul store armed with a credit card and a minivan, and bought supplies. I firmly believe in starting out with more than I might need because nothing is more frustrating than having 2 shelves left to pack and you’re scrounging for liquor boxes. Terry says all boxes should be the same size so they stack neatly.
So, every evening, maybe after supper or perhaps before while I am having a nice relaxing gin and tonic, I’ll post progress. I’ll let you know if I find the dead thing. I bet it’s that stupid vole I saw…