It’s Saturday, and I’d say it’s a good thing. Unfortunately, I’ve been up and awake since about… 5:30am? Something like that. It was another how night. I slept on top of the blankets once again, which has resulted in a bug bite on my ass. Tropical storm Fay rolled past overnight, and there was plenty of wind, but not very much rain. Unfortunately, it’s still very humid, and the local weather forecast calls for more of the “soupy stuff” for the rest of the weekend.
That doesn’t bother me. I don’t plan to leave the house if I can help it.
I reconsidered the current organization of the mess in the house. Currently, I’ve got a couple of piles. In the kitchen, there’s some stuff under the two tables we used as supplemental counter space. Most of it is stuff that will be picked up for donation at the end of the month. In the dining room, the boxes are a combination of things I need to save for family members and a couple of things I need to hold on to for the time being. The Pink Room is a mixture of everything.
So… on to the new plan.
First, the stuff that I can’t immediately do anything with in the Pink Room. If I can do that, it will move it out of the main area and I won’t see it and feel obligated to deal with it all the time. Second, I’ll move anything that should go out in this week’s trash into the dining room until Tuesday night. As I pull things out of the basement every week, it will be easier and faster to bring it outside if it’s all upstairs before trash day.
Third, I need to get off my ass and sell some shit on Facebook, as much as I hate to deal with that enormous cesspool of bullshit.
Since I have my passport, I can put the house up for sale once the border opens. Before I can do that, I need to do some repairs and paint some stuff. Unfortunately, I have a lot to clean. While I don’t want to be separated any longer than possible, I don’t want to go up there at a time when everything is still up in the air. Ideally, I’d like to be on the move before the end of summer, but my timeline is “before it snows”. I’d like to see some sort of plan in place for housing and employment, because we can’t live with his parents forever.
Selfishly, I want to leave before I’m forced to suffer another flu season in the pharmacy.
Oh well. Let’s put on some pants and start doing some chores.
