Late last night we decided to cancel the dumpster (probably because we were tired and I was still under the weather and it was cold and we had a major wind/thunderstorm come through) and figured we’d tackle it in the spring. But I had some qualms, knowing we might not get to it in the spring with all the other chores needing attention. Nevertheless, Don called and left a message, apologizing for the late cancellation.
This morning he felt differently. Thought we should get it done. So he called the guy again, who, magically, hadn’t heard the voice mail. So the dumpster would have arrived anyway. It will be here soon. It’s definitely going to be cold this week, but the nice thing about having it for an entire week is that we don’t have to spend all day out there.
Sometimes we are guilty of waffling about a decision.
That storm last night? I went out on the porch (it was dark) to take the hanging plants down as the wind was suddenly scary. I’ve never been through anything like it – the wind was so intense that the rain was coming in sideways – right onto the porch. I couldn’t see, I could hardly move, and I got completely soaked, all within about 3 minutes. Wow.
So here we are, about to look into boxes. Some of them I’ll just get rid of, like the ones full of records. Even though it breaks my heart, they are warped and worthless, so I’ll have to be ruthless and toss them. Other boxes will have to be gone through. There’s an old box spring in there – what were we thinking? We didn’t know about the prevalence of field mice in those early days. And a rusty shelf unit. And lord knows what else!
It will be good to have something keeping us busy as the OM insanely tweets from the White House and Quack Doctor Scott Atlas incites violence against the Governor of Michigan.
I propose changing the rules. When a new President is elected, he moves into the WH within 2 weeks. A fast and efficient transition.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.