This is going to be me tomorrow morning after I take every pain killer in the house over the next 12 hours.
I wish I could show you a photo of the hard rubbish collection but it would have meant walking back to the house for the camera and back again. Way too far.
Even too far to check out a nice looking cupboard across the road that the junk crawlers haven't touched. It would paint up very nicely. I'm being strong this year, all goings, no comings.
With all the raining this week I didn't want the sofa bed and the big lounge chair sitting out there going mouldy and Thursday was out because it was bin day. I nearly broke every bone in my body as it was staggering out in the dark and rain with stupid bins and they weren't emptied until nearly 5 next day.
The Home was Friday and I was late home.
So Saturday, morning was sunny and I'd already hauled the sewing machine out into the lounge.
Checked the sofa and remembered to turn in on its back to go through the door. Problem, last time I moved it there wasn't a bookcase there.
Books are lovely in neat rows in bookcases. Books are a nightmare when they are taken out but I did have two candy striped bags ready. Forgot how heavy books are even in bags. Bookcase dragged to the other side of the room along with every other bit of rubbish in there.
But the sofa bed slipped along the carpet nicely and cleared the door, both doors with room to spare.
The lounge chair didn't look as big when I removed the cushions so that went out first.
Will I wait until the BOH turns up or be Wonder Woman and get it to the nature strip. No problem I just rolled it, as much as one can roll a square chair. There was a bit of clunking but I did it. I found the cushions more of a nuisance.
Next, sofa bed but this time I thought I would leave it on the porch. Him next door came in and apologized because he'd been away for a week and hadn't been in to help. BOH turns up on his way to OfficeWorks so he was instructed to buy cardboard boxes to clean up his car parts in the car port.
Old window blinds went out. Then his mate spotted the sewing machine which I'd just taken out of the old treadle machine housing. BOH spotted it as well and it will be on ebay sometime next week.
Now if I can just get him to take away the treadle plate and wheel I'll have more room for my feet.
It was a wrench because I'd made all my baby clothes on that machine but on top is my old Myer machine, solid steel, none of this plastic rubbish. Everytime I move it I'm moving two steel machines and I'm getting past that.
I still have the treadmill. Even looking at it gives me pain up to the kneecaps. Somewhere, someone is desperate for a treadmill and I hope they find each other one day.
Now I'm going to order pizza for tea, have a hot shower and take painkillers. Maybe I should insert, put rest of books back in bookcase. One shelf is done and only because I am putting them in sections this time, fantasy, crime, autobiography and crap, why on earth made me buy you.
Tomorrow the boxes of jewellery and beads are leaving the lounge room for their new home.
Of course you know what's going to happen, all this space, room to move, I'm sure to fall a over t.
6 comments:
As delightful as you are, I really don't want to see your hard rubbish. Some things even between friends should remain unseen. So gone is the treadly. Someone has invented electric machines. They are rather good. You have to be really hard about books. Keep the ones you really treasure, but the ones you think you want to read again, get rid of. Expensive coffee table books can be posted to the High Rise to add to the shelf stack.
I put lots of stuff out this time around, was organised for a change! Feels good to get rid of things.
Bravo Ms Copperwitch. Less is more, every time. I have a technique that has been interesting: moved house in April, haven't unpacked yet. If I manage another month without all the stuff in boxes, I can take it all straight to the opshops. If the Dalai Llama Alpaca can do it, so can we.
Andrew, I have been very hard with the books this year buy even adding up the cost of a few of my coffee table books gave me the shakes. I blame the Book Depository and their no postage policy. I blame their 50% off sale and no postage.
Fenstar, I keep looking at the side of the room where there is great space, the other side is just waiting to spread out. It will be one box at a time so I can inspect the contents, some of which I haven't seen in 5 years. At least they're stacking boxes so I'll get at least 3 on top and I might even be able to open the lace cupboard.
AnnieO, always check the boxes, in your wanderings you may have hidden money and forgotten. It will be nice to see the dining table with nothing but a bowl of roses on it, another first in five years.
I'd love a treadmill, but don't have room for one. I'll have to settle for walking/tripping on our wonky footpaths.
Hard rubbish collection is being phased out here in Adelaide :( instead we're to have council approved paid rubbish collection, where you apply to the council, pay your fee and they send you an "approved rubbish" sticker to attach to one of the items and you put stuff out. Then others still add their stuff illegally.
Nice to have a clean out and see empty surfaces, isn't it?
River, that is the most monstrous thing to do to a rubbish poker and taker. Where's the innocent fun?
I hope it never catches on here.
There's no clean yet and definitely not an empty surface to be sighted. The most I've done is drag the sewing machine back to the front room.
Tomorrow I might vac the entrance hall, put away the rest of the books and pass out.
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