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Sep. 22nd, 2023 01:34 pm( Questions of Days )
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The last three days have been very productive. No murders have occurred.
The housemate got home late Monday night, after I went to bed. We spent Tuesday moving furniture. (And cleaning up the massive amounts of dust and dried cat puke.) Wednesday and yesterday we booked a van and went to the storage building. With two trips we managed to completely empty the smaller of the two units.
There is now a wall of boxes across the centre of the ground floor and another one at the foot of my bed. Two more boxes are on the front porch waiting to go to the charity shop. A metal filing cabinet with a broken drawer has been emptied and went out on the street, the metal pickers have already taken it away.
There was also a small mountain of boxes lined up next to the stairs so that housemate can take them down to the gf's place when they next visit. I say "was" because we got a call from the builders this morning that we would be getting a delivery of drywall this morning and it was all long pieces that would need to be walked through the ground floor of the house. OK then. Frantic reshuffling happened and now they are just kind of shoved aside and very much in the way of getting at anything, but the workers will be able to get through for today and then they can go back.
Timing, am I right?
Then because housemate was rushed out of bed before coffee or meds to help me clear boxes, they spent twenty minutes in the basement talking to one of the workers before my shouting down the stairwell woke them up enough to realize that they were in an enclosed space with somebody and neither of them were masked. *headdesk* So now I have to mask on the ground floor until housemate passes the incubation period. I don't even know what that is for the latest variant. At least it's still warm enough to have all my windows open upstairs.
Sorting everything required at least a cursory glance through each box. We had apparently packed away a lot of food thinking we would only be kitchenless for a few months. I repacked all the ingredients that will require more than our current hotplate-and-microwave setup, (and threw out some dry goods that were past their expiry date) but some of the things like pasta sauce we can use now, so I now have a new stack of old tins next to the toaster.
Today I am mostly going through the stacks of boxes in my room and figuring out if there is stuff I can throw away or use up. (I knew I had a box labelled "Siobhan has too many black tshirts". I had no idea that in fact I have two boxes labelled "Siobhan has too many black tshirts".) Housemate's clothes are taking up half my wardrobe because their furniture is still in storage, so most of my clothes boxes will just have to stay put, along with all the things like winter blankets and extra pillows. I do have a couple of boxes of things that came out of my desk at work that just got shoved into storage to "deal with later", so I guess today is as good a later as any.
Pretty sure I can throw out all these old tax receipts from 2008 as well.
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The last three days have been very productive. No murders have occurred.
The housemate got home late Monday night, after I went to bed. We spent Tuesday moving furniture. (And cleaning up the massive amounts of dust and dried cat puke.) Wednesday and yesterday we booked a van and went to the storage building. With two trips we managed to completely empty the smaller of the two units.
There is now a wall of boxes across the centre of the ground floor and another one at the foot of my bed. Two more boxes are on the front porch waiting to go to the charity shop. A metal filing cabinet with a broken drawer has been emptied and went out on the street, the metal pickers have already taken it away.
There was also a small mountain of boxes lined up next to the stairs so that housemate can take them down to the gf's place when they next visit. I say "was" because we got a call from the builders this morning that we would be getting a delivery of drywall this morning and it was all long pieces that would need to be walked through the ground floor of the house. OK then. Frantic reshuffling happened and now they are just kind of shoved aside and very much in the way of getting at anything, but the workers will be able to get through for today and then they can go back.
Timing, am I right?
Then because housemate was rushed out of bed before coffee or meds to help me clear boxes, they spent twenty minutes in the basement talking to one of the workers before my shouting down the stairwell woke them up enough to realize that they were in an enclosed space with somebody and neither of them were masked. *headdesk* So now I have to mask on the ground floor until housemate passes the incubation period. I don't even know what that is for the latest variant. At least it's still warm enough to have all my windows open upstairs.
Sorting everything required at least a cursory glance through each box. We had apparently packed away a lot of food thinking we would only be kitchenless for a few months. I repacked all the ingredients that will require more than our current hotplate-and-microwave setup, (and threw out some dry goods that were past their expiry date) but some of the things like pasta sauce we can use now, so I now have a new stack of old tins next to the toaster.
Today I am mostly going through the stacks of boxes in my room and figuring out if there is stuff I can throw away or use up. (I knew I had a box labelled "Siobhan has too many black tshirts". I had no idea that in fact I have two boxes labelled "Siobhan has too many black tshirts".) Housemate's clothes are taking up half my wardrobe because their furniture is still in storage, so most of my clothes boxes will just have to stay put, along with all the things like winter blankets and extra pillows. I do have a couple of boxes of things that came out of my desk at work that just got shoved into storage to "deal with later", so I guess today is as good a later as any.
Pretty sure I can throw out all these old tax receipts from 2008 as well.