No, the only reason I haven't written for a while is that I've been feeling mightily lazy about things. That's sort of true and sort of not true. (Herewith, the update begins. But it was a more clever intro than usual, right?)
First, the work on my mom's house continues. We went there in both Friday and Saturday this week to work there. Didn't get away as early as I wanted either day, but we got some good work done anyway. We worked mostly in the kitchen, going through the final drawers and cabinets and boxing up the dishes and pots and pans. Most of the stuff is going to the local St. Vincent de Paul store (known locally as St. Vinnie's), and the older, more used-up stuff is being thrown out.
As has become the norm, we found oodles of various odd things.
How about coffee filters? We've got tons of them, too, and we don't drink coffee; one of her habits I didn't pick up. Cheap plastic containers, such as you get at the store when you buy a cake or a sub sandwich--she kept all those, too. And Styrofoam trays from when she bought meat. The list goes on.
Old spices. Old condiments. Boxes of Jell-O from the '60s or '70s, I guess. Old Brer Rabbit molasses. Old Karo corn syrup. Petrified popcorn. And in the back of one of the drawers we found some old cake. The cake is probably older than David, and he turns 25 later this year.
So as you might guess, we filled plenty of garbage page with the garbage and plenty of boxes for St. Vinnie's. Mainly, on Saturday, we worked on sorting things out in the kitchen, and we did lots of sorting. On Friday, we finally climbed up into the attic. Rather, I did. Just some old coats and jackets, a cache of five-gallon plastic ice cream buckets and some old-old suitcases. Sure, I saw the ones they used to pack for trips when I saw young. I also saw one that (from the label) belonged to my grandmother's sister. And it looks every bit that old.
I'm planning to take pictures of some of the odd stuff we have come across during our work at my mom's house. There's a lot of it there. Guess I don't have to tell you that we came across a big batch of 78 rpm records, too--some from back in the '20s and '30s.
It's been a lot of work over there. And there is still lots of it to go. I'm hoping we can get there three days this coming week, but that may be optimistic. In any case, it's got to get done. And we're more than halfway through summer.
We went to the house on back-to-back days because we had workers at our own house earlier last week, working on the bathroom. What they did was take out the old (white) cast-iron tub and shower surround and replace it with new stuff. We especially wanted to get rid of the sliding glass doors on the tub. Now, it's a shower curtain, and it's looking a lot better, too. I had my doubts for a while, but ... the shower is sure a lot nicer than it was.
The next step? My wife is contemplating which colors she wants to paint the bathroom. I'm leaving that up to her--it's her project.
I was going to write more, but I'm getting tired, and the guy doing the bathroom work is coming back tomorrow for some finish-up work. He gets here at 7 a.m., so we've got to get up with the chickens.
Geez, that's only seven hours away. Good night!
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