Only two more nights until I move.
Yesterday, DJ Rafik and DJ Kid Fresh did a guest appearance in my basement. This time they used their brawn instead of their super talent. We transformed an incredible mess into something the movers could transport. The two found a way to help me sort out what goes and what gets moved: EVERYTHING gets tossed!!
I suppose it is the ultimate revenge for parents to leave all sorts of junk for the kids to inherit, er, dump. My son wasn't going to go through that. He tried to dump it all now.
He took some of his school things with him. Finally. It's only been 12 years since he finished...
My son kept telling me to "FOCUS!" and I was really trying to get everything put in front of the garage to be picked up on Friday. (As a matter of fact, the pile is now, one day later, full of things that never belonged to me!)
My cleaning lady packed most of the glass things this morning while we crooned to Abba. My cleaning lady is a pack rat. She has taken everything I didn't want anymore including all the booze! Better her liver than mine...
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