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Closet: Cleared
Storage Room: Dealt With.
Still to do before Mother (and her boyfriend) show(s) up: Start the Laundry.
As Ami_B says: Up, up and awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
EDIT:
It is now about twenty minutes to 10pm. My mom is running her boyfriend back to his place. She should be back soon to pick me up and take me to her house for the weekend.
The laundry is done. The many, many boxes of to-the-sally-anne stuff have been loaded into my mother's car. The bathroom has new paint (new counter-top paint, and primer in the shower stall, and the insides of the cupboard doors have been painted, too), and the stove-hood has *less* paint on it (after large amounts of scrubbing and nail-polish-remover use...), and *all* of my office books have been moved to the main floor shelves (go, me!! :-)
Of course, I've still got three drawers full of books in the bedroom to figure out what to do with... I don't think I've got that much space available on the shelves downstairs. But, who knows. I'll find out in a few months, I suppose. :-)
I just sent a note to Paul letting him know about the paint (as in: warning him about the smell), reminding him that there's food in the fridge that is his (as far as I'm concerned), and wishing him luck in the move.
That last bit was very strange. Like saying "good luck on your move" to a buddy in a different city, rather than to your still-technically-spouse.
I'm not sure how to deal with that.
Which I also said.
Because this is very weird.
It's right. It's just also very weird.
Anyway. I've gotta throw some clothes (and a tupperware) into a bag and get ready to go.
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
Storage Room: Dealt With.
Still to do before Mother (and her boyfriend) show(s) up: Start the Laundry.
As Ami_B says: Up, up and awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
EDIT:
It is now about twenty minutes to 10pm. My mom is running her boyfriend back to his place. She should be back soon to pick me up and take me to her house for the weekend.
The laundry is done. The many, many boxes of to-the-sally-anne stuff have been loaded into my mother's car. The bathroom has new paint (new counter-top paint, and primer in the shower stall, and the insides of the cupboard doors have been painted, too), and the stove-hood has *less* paint on it (after large amounts of scrubbing and nail-polish-remover use...), and *all* of my office books have been moved to the main floor shelves (go, me!! :-)
Of course, I've still got three drawers full of books in the bedroom to figure out what to do with... I don't think I've got that much space available on the shelves downstairs. But, who knows. I'll find out in a few months, I suppose. :-)
I just sent a note to Paul letting him know about the paint (as in: warning him about the smell), reminding him that there's food in the fridge that is his (as far as I'm concerned), and wishing him luck in the move.
That last bit was very strange. Like saying "good luck on your move" to a buddy in a different city, rather than to your still-technically-spouse.
I'm not sure how to deal with that.
Which I also said.
Because this is very weird.
It's right. It's just also very weird.
Anyway. I've gotta throw some clothes (and a tupperware) into a bag and get ready to go.
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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