I sort every box. Mark it. Toss the trash, drop off the donations and then take my three or four boxes of stuff upstairs and put it away. And that pretty well fills up an entire day. And oddly, I like it. I know it’s busy work and anyone with an opposing thumb could do it….I probably could close my eyes and do just as well! Anything that I don’t totally love/need is not getting dragged up and down stairs (about five stories total).
It takes a LOT of time. Of course, a lot of what I’m taking honestly doesn’t need to go. How many casseroles DO I need? How many sets if dishes do I really need? (There the good, the everyday, the Easter, the Thanksgiving and the Christmas sets). I hate coffee mugs, so out they go.
My old kitchen tableware is just plain ugly, so I bought up place settings of vintage/antique sterling. Not a piece matches but I like their looks when I set the table. My glassware is the same….vintage/antique and nothing matches. I just like the way it looks. My china hutch hasn’t made the move yet, so all of that stuff is in boxes. I can hardly wait for the hutch and the table to go….then it will really feel like I’ve accomplished something!
Finally got the Victorian couch and two chairs totally cleaned. They look brand new, so no need to recover them.
I have a fainting couch that
probably possibly does need recovering in a claret velvet. It goes into the guest bath, which will probably never get used. I just want to use it because it looks really cool.
Dropped by my squatter’s place today to offer her $100 to get out by the 1st….all her junk, give me the key and give me a letter telling me that she is moving out and leaving my property. (The police found over stolen 300 items in her bedroom). She claimed she was asleep and didn’t know anything about them.
Since she doesn’t SLEEP in that room, the deputies couldn’t prove that she DID know about the stolen property. (Although in a three room place, I don’t see how that would fly.) So I’m standing at the front door, knocking away. No answer. My son comes up to see what I’m doing and I tell him “Well, I have cash in my pocket to give this woman, but I guess she isn’t interested.” When I got home, I had a dozen phone calls from her, telling me to call her right back; she just wasn’t able to get to the door in time to talk to me. Really. So did I call her? That would be a no. I’m not driving back across town (all two miles of it) to talk to her. And I’ll keep my money in my hind pocket.
I checked on our rental (have learned my lesson re squatters). No one is living there. I have information and applications available on site and I am still getting calls at home where the wannabe renters leave me an unintelligible phone number. I have it listed on craigslist and have gotten dozens of emails, asking if it still available. (I go to craigslist everyday and change the available date every. single. day.) Some people need to just live at home.
Watching Bridezilla tonight. For some reason, it totally amuses me to watch all this drama.