Bonan matenon, miaj amikoj. It’s Sunday. I’ve already put a load of laundry into the washer, and I splurged and bought some coffee for the week.
There’s a sportsball thing happening today. I sold the TV last night, so I won’t be watching the game. It’s ridiculously quiet in the house.
I finished the rest of my errands and stuff yesterday. Our bedroom is officially empty now. The laundry basket I’d put in the truck at the beginning of the week came back inside. I swapped it out for something slightly smaller. The new tote is sturdier and will be easier to pack around. I put the tote and a vintage breadbox that I’d filled with silverware and coffee mugs into the truck. That’s two boxes officially out of the house now.
My poor trash guys are in for it on Wednesday. I’ve already filled two enormous trash bags with stuff, with a third mostly filled. I also have three boxes of books, and I’m hoping to drag some small furniture outside as well. I put a small table yesterday outside, but it’s still on the curb this morning. At least I can say I tried.
We’re gearing up for more snow today.
Again, we’re not expecting a huge amount, but weather’s a bit weird here and we might end up with a bunch or nothing at all. Unfortunately, the snow prevents me from putting shit outside today – the plow would just scatter everything down the length of the street.
I admit the image a plow’s blade throwing up a flurry of DVDs and century-old book pages behind it as it rolls down my street is pretty amusing. However, I would be absolutely horrified if the neighborhood could see some of what I’m throwing out. It was mortifying enough when I saw the trash guys opening up every bag and box I had put on the curb last week. They would put the bag in the truck, then rip it open and look through all the stuff. The same with the boxes. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Three guys is bad, I couldn’t handle it if the whole neighborhood saw stuff.
This morning, I told Shawshank I might have the junk guys back in this week to take out the remaining bigger items. My solitary inquiry on the entertainment stand looks like it’s fallen through, and I have a few things I can’t easily get out of the house on my own. This week’s shitty weather won’t help matters, because everything will turn to ice overnight. Sure, I’ll have to pay, but after they’re in here for 15 minutes, I also won’t need to deal with the shit anymore.
TV or not, I’m not making an effort to do much at all today. I have to put the clothes in the dryer, and move a few things out of The Pink Room. If I can move them out, I can declare it empty as well.
Empty is a word I’m starting to hate.
