I have been meaning to keep the blog updated every Sunday, but given there is no penalty for missing a blog post, I quickly get behind.
After the big basement cleanup, we had planned a relaxing weekend with Big Steve (Dad) and Patti (Mom). After coffee, Big Steve wasn't so interested in checking out museums and instead re-directed us to National Lumber so that we could build the shelves Marisa had designed several months ago. Mom wasn't so thrilled with the plan, but she went along with the change of plans. Only Big Steve travels with the miter saw in the trunk of the car!
Marisa was determined to get her shelves built according to plan and she did.
After a couple of hours, the shelves were built and ready for our bins. To celebrate and thank them, we took them out for a great dinner at Peter's Inn.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Basement Blowout
Sunday's sole job was to get the basement in order so that the following items could occur:
1) The mess from the 1st floor needs to go down into the basement.
2) The mess from the basement needs to be moved to the front of the basement so that we can build shelves in the rear of the basement.
3) The mess from the rear of the basement either needs to be donated, recycled, or trashed.
In the midst of sorting, recycling, trashing and moving, I found some real treasures in this mess.
A bottle of rum...with Marisa and my picture on it from our honeymoon. Letting it age.
A journal I shared with my mom, back in February 2002, until one of the cats threw up on it while it was in the basement. I have "cleaned" it and hope to send to mom soon!
A flea house fogger we bought when Ferris had a case of fleas and we over-reacted. Never needed to use it but too thrifty to throw it out.
Some people are found dead in their homes with years of newspapers surrounding them. Somehow we have amassed a granny's cart full of plastic bags for Ferris' #2s. I think we can spare a plastic bag here.
And finally the best of the day! This great warning not to pack your child with the x-mas decorations.
1) The mess from the 1st floor needs to go down into the basement.
2) The mess from the basement needs to be moved to the front of the basement so that we can build shelves in the rear of the basement.
3) The mess from the rear of the basement either needs to be donated, recycled, or trashed.
In the midst of sorting, recycling, trashing and moving, I found some real treasures in this mess.
A bottle of rum...with Marisa and my picture on it from our honeymoon. Letting it age.
A journal I shared with my mom, back in February 2002, until one of the cats threw up on it while it was in the basement. I have "cleaned" it and hope to send to mom soon!
A flea house fogger we bought when Ferris had a case of fleas and we over-reacted. Never needed to use it but too thrifty to throw it out.
Some people are found dead in their homes with years of newspapers surrounding them. Somehow we have amassed a granny's cart full of plastic bags for Ferris' #2s. I think we can spare a plastic bag here.
And finally the best of the day! This great warning not to pack your child with the x-mas decorations.
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