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Junk, Part Deux
Last week, I cleaned out the outer third of our obscenely excessive RV garage in order to create room to clean up the rest of the RV garage. Here’s what I began with this morning:
And here’s where we are seven hours later (with Jake’s help):
Unfortunately, that “clean end” of the garage?
. . . now looks like this.
It’s not as bad as it looks. Everything is neatly sorted into “keep,” “sell,” and “rocket into the sun” piles. Getting this mess to disappear will be relatively easy.
No live-blogging tonight. I might hold myself in high regard, but even I realize that watching me yawn is about as much fun as watching horseshoes rust.
D.
That RV garage is ginormous. You will feel this in every bone in your body tomorrow morning. Trust me on that one. Get some rest.
Henceforth my junk piles shall be “rocket into the sun” piles. Thank you for coining that phrase (or, if you’re not the originator, for re-transmitting it).
Sis, I managed to put in another six hours on Sunday, too. Not doing too badly right now . . .
Pat: I think I came up with that on my own. But then, when I was a kid, I thought I had invented the word “frigging,” too. My mother was not amused. “But it’s a MADE UP WORD!” I cried as she cornered me with the bar of soap. She didn’t buy my excuse.
Can I move my whole house into your RV garage?