Train starts a'rollin'
Jul. 20th, 2011 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ksmithI arranged for a junk hauler to come on Friday afternoon to collect the treadmill. They will also take a dead treadmill out of the basement (I only used it for 5, 6 years. Dad bought it used. I kill treadmills for sport). Then there's the Health Rider; it took my knees years to recover from that one. Assorted other junk--whatever I can pull together between now and Friday.
I was planning on doing this sometime in the fall, but the treadmill breakdown forced my hand. I can roll the thing out of the living room, but it's too big to stash anywhere else since "small house" equals "small rooms." Can't get a new one unless I deal with the old one, so.
This means that the pieces of basement storage table that I tore apart a few months back can finally go. And if those guys can haul out the metal office desks that my dad wrestled down there on sheer bullheadedness, I'll give them each a cookie...although given the expected temps, cold drinks would probably be better received.
Life happens on its own clock. Planning is a fiction we convince ourselves is fact.
Kuro's thermometer read 102F when I backed into the driveway this afternoon. Not the official temp--that's a balmy 97F--but I don't care. It's HOT. King barks at me to let him in if he's outside for a few seconds too long, and he and the Gabster are both loving the cool hardwood floors.
A storm blew through in the early, early morning. 230am, I'm awakened by two restless pups. Then I saw the strobing through the curtains, lightning flash after lightning flash, lighting up the backyard like high noon. It didn't last long, thanks be. I so feared a power outage, but the lights didn't even flicker.
The day job is crazy. Writing gets tucked into the gaps. Tomatoes are starting to fruit.
I can't believe it's almost August.
I was planning on doing this sometime in the fall, but the treadmill breakdown forced my hand. I can roll the thing out of the living room, but it's too big to stash anywhere else since "small house" equals "small rooms." Can't get a new one unless I deal with the old one, so.
This means that the pieces of basement storage table that I tore apart a few months back can finally go. And if those guys can haul out the metal office desks that my dad wrestled down there on sheer bullheadedness, I'll give them each a cookie...although given the expected temps, cold drinks would probably be better received.
Life happens on its own clock. Planning is a fiction we convince ourselves is fact.
Kuro's thermometer read 102F when I backed into the driveway this afternoon. Not the official temp--that's a balmy 97F--but I don't care. It's HOT. King barks at me to let him in if he's outside for a few seconds too long, and he and the Gabster are both loving the cool hardwood floors.
A storm blew through in the early, early morning. 230am, I'm awakened by two restless pups. Then I saw the strobing through the curtains, lightning flash after lightning flash, lighting up the backyard like high noon. It didn't last long, thanks be. I so feared a power outage, but the lights didn't even flicker.
The day job is crazy. Writing gets tucked into the gaps. Tomatoes are starting to fruit.
I can't believe it's almost August.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:58 am (UTC)And while I'm a tad disappointed that summer is half over, given the current heatwave, the idea that autumn is approaching isn't necessarily a bad one.
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Date: 2011-07-21 03:47 am (UTC)Then I worked on the desks. I was able to take the top and the legs off one, but was only able to knock the legs off the other. I still think they'll be able to get it up the stairs without much trouble.
It will be nice to get rid of this junk.
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Date: 2011-07-21 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-21 05:38 am (UTC)In a way, I hate paying to get rid of this stuff, but there's a lot there. I found an ancient humidifier in the basement, along with some old office-type chairs. A lot of stuff.
Next project will be to figure out how to recycle all the VCR tapes that Dad had. If there was a WWII or conspiracy special on History or A&E, he taped it.
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-22 04:10 am (UTC)