Good morning, Wednesday people. I accidentally slept in a little. Oddly enough, I had a sudden fear I was going to forget my phone downstairs when I was getting ready for bed, which would cause me to really sleep in. Instead, I fell asleep after shutting off the alarm, and woke up 45 minutes later. Whoops.
I pulled more shit out of the basement last night. This week, it was a filthy plastic bin, a trash bag full of empty laundry soap containers, an inflatable penguin lawn decoration, and a badminton set. The bike still hasn’t been picked up, and it’ll be going back up on the market today. Shawshank wanted me to sell the inflatable decorations; however, I don’t feel it’s worth it to inflate them in the basement.
More things were brought out of the pink room as well. Unfortunately, it was of the sentimental variety. I threw out an enormous box of photo albums and several of my favorite childhood books. Once again, I didn’t know I still had the books, and I’m more upset due to the sentimental value of my copy of Richard Scarry’s Great Big Schoolhouse. However, my mom and I have matching tattoos of Lowly Worm, and that should be enough. As for the photo albums… the way I look at it, again, he didn’t know we had them. Additionally, if his parents didn’t have the room to keep them for him, they’re definitely not going to have room for them when he goes back north.
Come Saturday, much of the boxes in the living room will be taken to the post office. I’m going to take more pictures of things, which will give me another week of sales to work on. BossRPh texted last night to let me know a tech from another location wants some hours. I told her I’ll let her know on Friday, after Thursday’s court hearing. By then, we might have a little more info, but the thought that I could have an entire week off to clear out the house was absolutely thrilling.
