Purging doesn’t mean putting stuff out in the yard.

Quote of the day from hubbikins: “It doesn’t count as cleaning the basement when you just put the stuff you purge out in the yard.”

Okay, okay, he has a point. It is beginning to look a little, oh, I don’t know, maybe one of those houses where the property is full of every-car-every-person-related-to-a-person-in-the-house-drove-until-it-died-there, every-appliance-the-family-rescued-from-the-side-of-the-road-hoping-some-part-of-it-would-work-but-none-did look. There are several remarkably large rolls of bubble wrap lying around out there we planned to use to insulate the greenhouse, for example. And some shelves in the side yard. And, oh yeah, that chair on the part of the ramp Blaine doesn’t need. And an entire porch full of bird-related stuff. And the old stove covered in the blue tarp. Gives “yard debris” a whole new meaning.

Okay, this is not what I had in mind. Not at all. I’ll get right on it.

But you should see how clean and organized the basement is! Here are some photos of my part, beginning with the grocery store in the basement:
And two views of the holiday zone below:

Now I’ll show you what Ric’s part looks like:

You can’t even walk through it. Just so you know, this is what the rest of the basement looked like too until I purged. If only I had taken “before” photos. But I didn’t, so just trust me. It was horrid.

But to be fair, and I am after all, a fair person, he’s putting his energy into setting up his new Sprinter truck with all those new bins and shelves he ordered from Sweden! Yes, Sweden. Ric doesn’t abide just any old shelves and bins, he wants that northern European design esthetic.
It’s looking pretty danged organized if I do say so myself!!!

At Cape Disappointment

We’re sitting at our little dining room table in Toaster Moon at Cape Disappointment. Am I disappointed that it’s misty and wet this morning? Not a bit. It’s cozy in where we are.

Our only concern this morning is that Poppi seems to be hurting, kinda like she did before she had surgery for a herniated disk. We have her lying on cushions in front of a window where she can see out. We HOPE it’s not another disk gone bad… but we decided to forgo the romp on the beach this morning in hopes she feels better later. When she hurts, we hurt, we love our little stuffed animal so much.

Pippi is up to her usual verging-on-pancreatitis-diarrhea, we have a knack for this shit…

Ric is happy cuz he is organizin’! He brought his label making machine and is busy making labels for his new tool organizing system in his new truck.

Yeah, he has a new truck. It’s a Sprinter and it is ginormous. It’s at Performance Mobility right now getting the lift installed. We’re using his old truck to tow Toaster Moon on this vacation, but next time we’ll be in the Sprinter (and we do hope it is up to the towing task.)

He’ll be selling his old truck, the sooner the better so he won’t have two truck payments… yay for craigslist!

Somehow I survived the last couple of weeks and now I need some serious R&R. So does Ric… he’ll be 60 this coming Saturday! Wow! That’s fairly amazing. And a few days later, we have our 7th wedding anniversary. This August we’ll have been together for 11 years. Time flies when you’re havin’ fun, I guess.

So we don’t care if it rains this week, cuz we brought the whole first season of The Wire! And a bunch of other movies… and I brought all the New Yorkers and Atlantics I’m so behind on, plus the book group book, plus some sewing, and of course my laptop so I can catch up on my lil ole blog. So rain your heart out. We be ready!
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