Day 1793 A day for everything

11th July 2022

“We have to collect a free dresser from the North side” said Kelli.

“Oh yippee “ I thought, “something else to squeeze into the garage”

So off we went.

The dresser was an old piece with a bit of veneer damage on the drawer fronts, nothing that a bit of hard graft can’t put right.

Now the lady wanted space in her garage so she persuaded Kelli to take another dresser.

It is rare to have the opportunity to get two free dressers in good shape, most are train wrecks, which means I conceded. I did make the provision that we sort the garage out as soon as we got back.

With the truck now full we headed to Menards to get timber for a three bay composter that I wanted to build.

Now the truck was well loaded, the timber on the roof rack and dressers inside.

We did stop off at Goodwill to see if there were any metal tables that we could put next to the pool. We couldn’t find any which was a relief, because it would have to be strapped to the back, how white trash is that?

We had some lunch at our favourite cafe then went home to start the big clear out.

First thing to tackle was the storage room, that was full of packaging materials that Kelli uses for her Marketplace sales. Once that was moved out the rest of the stuff was restocked giving us room to store our finished pieces.

We moved the tall dresser that still hadn’t sold (what’s wrong with people), and then it was time for the coffee table. I wasn’t sure it would fit because it was long, but with millimetres to spare we got it in.

“Just like budder” Kelli exclaimed in her deep southern accent, whilst my excitement was a little more graphic.

“Lick my nipples!” I shouted just as the Amazon driver handed Kelli a package.

He claimed he didn’t hear anything, but I bet it was the subject of a story back at the depot.

Now with the storage room sorted, I started on the garage, moving out large cardboard boxes that our bed and headboard came in.

Then re-arranging the furniture, and managing to fit in the two new pieces we were done.

All the cardboard boxes had been flattened ready for the recycling, but not this week, the bin is already full.

Then what always seems to happen when we have moved pieces into the storage room, someone wants to buy it.

Now we had to move the coffee table to get to the dresser and get that out ready.

Just time to give it a dust over before the lady arrived. She loved the piece, but needed help to unload it at her house, so I followed her.

Moving it into her house was easy, she showed me a piece that she wanted painted, it was full of bourbon bottles, it appeared that CJ (her name) was a bit of a expert, I was glad she didn’t offer me a drink as I don’t need a lot to fall over.

There were also a large number of stains and paints that were left in the house, we agreed that she would box them up, and I would knock off a bit from the repainting project.

I was eager to get back home for dinner, I was starving.

During the clear out we found a bag full of tennis and squash racquets, Kelli had no idea where they came from, so she posted them on Marketplace and lo and behold a young chap came round to collect them, boy it was a busy day.