| Shedding the past |
[Jun. 5th, 2012|12:17 am]
spinthemoon
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One of the things that attracted us to this house, despite how unattractive this house was, was the shed. Because I am on any given day just one two-month-old Entertainment Weekly and a ticket stub away from being a hoarder, the thought of all that space - with shelves for holding things and nails for hanging things and a floor for stacking things - made me positively giddy.
Yeah, in hindsight that doesn't seem like such a good idea. But I have to say that in the last ten years we haven't really accumulated a lot of stuff in the shed. That's because we filled it up with boxes from the old house when we moved in and never got around to unpacking them. Until this past weekend.
Much like buying a house with a shed seemed like a good idea at the time, cleaning out said shed seemed like a good idea until I started actually doing it. Did I mention that it was really, really hot on Saturday? Why I can't suddenly decide to clean out the shed on a day when it's seventy degrees is beyond me.
I didn't finish, of course. But I did make progress. Two high chairs, a stroller, a stairstepper, several flower pots, some baskets, a rather large framed print, and one or two things I couldn't quite identify made it out to the curb and then found themselves loaded into various vehicles, to be carried off to a new life. Three bags got filled with trash, two bags of baby clothes got washed in preparation for donation, and many many leaves got swept.
I also found a few treasures. Some pictures and cards the kids had made. Some momentos from past jobs. My dad's firecracker cannon.
So now I have a half-empty shed. I wonder what I should put in it? |
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