I have started on the west end of the living room. This is where BS' boxes are, as well as a big wheeled container full of appliances I don't use, and shall have to take a look at, in order for me to donate to the Salvation Army. Also a captains chair (look, something else to sit on beside the computer chair!). I think at this point I can put them all on the futon frame to make more room and enable me to sweep and mop there. Tomorrow I will load all of BS' stuff into the car and take it over to her apartment. I will force her to sort it all out by the dumpster and then I will help her cart the remaining stuff up her stairs.
The next big sticking point is this computer desk. There is stuff piled all around the monitor. It will take hours to sort through the paper crap and get it cleared.. After that, the third sticking point is the TV stand. It is the lesser of the third in terms of mess. Will be easy.
One of the major problems I face is, where to store the stuff I am keeping. This stuff is like reams of note paper, storage disks, and yes, sewing notions. Some of this problem is a mental defect on my part. Even although I live here alone, I still think of this house as my parent's. I'm not allowed to mess with their stuff, I'm not suppose to use their storage places, even although they are long gone. I need to over come this. Really fast. Plus, this house was built IN the 1950's. It doesn't have that much storage space, the way it doesn't have very many plugs in the wall. There is the linen closet at the end of the hall way. Five shelves. The two shelf closet over the closet space meant for a ironing board. The bedroom closets (I don't even use mine! That's where the bad ghost is located) . The kitchen cabinets. The coat closet. That's it. The linen closet has been cleared for some time. I am going to use the bottom shelf's to store this stuff, for a while.
*****
I keep checking out Jilly's face. It's a little bit bigger then yesterday. I'm afraid it must be an abscess. I will go back to putting a hot wash cloth on it. I can't go to the vet. I only have $70 left in the bank. I have looked at the web for instruction. It says to (after it has burst) to wash it out and keep the wound open and keep on do that until the puss stops forming. Man, I sure hope Jilly lets me do this.
******
Ah, Crap! The captain's chair is spit, just like every other wooden chair in this house.
No comments:
Post a Comment