27th May 2019
Move out, clean up day 3
So that we didn’t go completely mad by the endless clearing of junk, we worked on a couple of jobs in in new place. Kelli worked on re-fitting the webbing on the couch in the sunroom, whilst I laid the last of the edge tiles in the entryway.
I then felt energised to go over to the old garage and move out an old dresser I had used as a tool cupboard. The plan was to put it out at the side of the road and wait for the stampede. Well that didn’t happen, instead a girl stopped her car and I could see that she was trying to fit it on her back seat. That would never fit, so I went over to offer some help. A few measurements convinced her that wouldn’t work, so the only option was the boot. When she opened boot lid, inside it was full of bits of wood and other things she had collected at other times. I established that it would just about fit with a bit sticking out at the back. We both managed to squeeze it in, and lashed the lid down with a piece of cord.
I dragged out an old armchair from the basement hoping that it would find a new owner, but rain put paid to that for the day.
That gave me the excuse to start the grouting. Oh what fun that was, wiping on, washing off, washing off again, and still more washing. By the end of it I had “granny fingers” pale and wrinkly, and I was only able to do half the floor before the tub of grout ran out, so once again a trip to Menards is on the cards.
Tonight I had the pleasure of fixing Kelli’s tree branch in a prominent place. This piece of dead wood has been around as long as we have known each other. Every house she has occupied has had the tree fixed somewhere. Most wood has a natural lifespan eventually turning to dust, but not this one, it will last forever. I teetered on the ladder holding it up to a proposed position, when drama struck, a twig snapped off. Kelli was horrified, accusing me of doing it deliberately. “ I would have accidentally burnt the bloody thing “ would have been my response if I had the courage to say it. The nail went into the wall holding the curly willow into its position for eternity, or unless the rot that should have set in years ago finally takes hold.
Another Lifetime to go 