Getting rid of attic junk was much worse than I thought. Bruises on my forearms have healed, from sliding heavy boxes down the folding attic stairs.
This picture was taken before. Found things not seen since we moved in fifteen years ago. Some things given away, some recycled, sadly, some discarded.
Shedding excess electronics, gadgets, began shortly after the Holidays. It will end this coming Tuesday, when the movers are here. There will be two closings this week–one for the house we are leaving on Tuesday, one for the new house on Friday.
There will be no more postings from this location. It was kind to me, in that, it was a non-stop source of material. I’ve learned to appreciate the kindness of neighbors during these difficult times. See everyone on the other side, from a new location in a different part of the country.
Did you ever have too much junk lying about? In the garage. In the attic. In the backyard storage shed.
Add corona virus to the mix, and the following happens. “Sorry, we’re not accepting residential items at this time.” Thank goodness for neighbors and networking.
Down two vacuum cleaners, a spare couch, a coffee table, night stand, and two end tables. My nice neighbor across the street took some smaller items for her church’s rummage sale.
Someone is coming for the table in the breakfast nook, and four chairs. She is also taking the chest freezer from the garage. She happens to be the real estate person that sold our house. Kudos to her on several levels.
The pile of “junk” is slowly being whittled down.
“Lost Our Lease, Going Out Of Business, Relocation Sale.” Some retailers went out of business several times per year. May 12th is the last day at this location.
Difficult enough during normal times–remember what that was like? Getting rid of surplus items before moving has been a challenge.
Salvation Army, Catholic Charities, Waterfront Rescue Mission–all of these are not accepting donations. Placing items in the front yard with “free” signs worked a few days ago.
May try that again. Last resort, and I don’t wish to do it, is to have refuse collectors dispose of serviceable items.
Cookbooks in two boxes, already. Oh no there were more still. Couldn’t complain too loudly. I liked things that came from recipes in those cookbooks.
“Why not put some of our unneeded items in the front yard, marked free?” There were two barbecue grills–one charcoal, one a gas grill. Both were quite rusty. An electric smoker grill, the best item in the lot.
Rounding out the rest, were two small vacuum cleaners. The smoker grill went to a neighbor right away. Both vacuum cleaners picked up by neighbors further down the street.
All in all, it was a successful venture. The propane tank was removed from the gas grill and donated to a friend across the street. It was nearly full. The rusty grill carcass will be given for scrap, As well, as the charcoal grill.
The last 24 hours have been a series of emotional highs and lows.
We’d made an offer on a beautiful two-story country house. There was trouble beneath the surface.
Thank goodness for home inspections and inspectors. There were numerous issues that needed repaired. Drainage problems, electrical problems, worn-out roofing shingles, and more.
This would have been an endless money pit. We exercised rights of rescission, backed out of the contract.
Lucky for us, we’d previously visited another house. It was a little smaller. With less grass to mow. But, it was newer, and in much better repair. We needed to downsize anyway.
We’ll have to sell some surplus furniture. There’s a couch, sofa-sleeper, coffee table, two end tables, a three-section entertainment cabinet. All in very good shape. All to be posted on FB Marketplace.
Walls look bare
With no pictures
Worst yet to come
Only essentials left
The rest packed away
Plenty of time left
Don’t get into a rush
What? Can’t wait
Till, the last minute
There’s work to be done
After a long day home searching last Thursday, we found something we liked. Returned Friday evening exhausted. Saturday morning our offer was accepted.
It’s a comfortable two-story house in the country with a wrap-around porch. Previous owners took care of the house and yard well. When we first drove up our realtor remarked it looked like something pictured in Better Homes and Gardens magazine.
We have to move out of our present home by mid-May so the new owners can move in. Timing could not be worse, because of the Corona virus crisis. Hopefully things will calm enough in May for us to move. If not, both buyers and sellers will be in limbo for a few weeks. Meanwhile, there is plenty of packing to do.