The Three Musketeers (aka the kids) know what that means! Achtung! Das Haus VIL be Cleant!!
Right now, he is re-organizing and ruthlessly throwing away things in the library – which had become the proverbial junk room – “just put it in the library and I’ll deal with it later.” Well, “Later” has come!
He totes things into the garage (which is under the house) (he moved my car) and as he gets it filled around the edges, I go down, sit in a chair and say either “toss” or “eBay” or “keep.” A few things go into the “ask the kids if they want this – it’s still useful” group.
We just went through a few boxes I hadn’t looked into for over 7 years. We had never unpacked them when we moved here! I know, Fly-Lady would say toss it all. BUT! How can I throw away the old copies of the Journal of Irreproducible Results?! They are worth a bit on eBay, but I like going through them. I just couldn’t find them for 7 years!!
Last session, I kept some things he didn’t want me to keep, and he started sounding like Bluto in Popeye. That low, basso profundo growwwwlll. He face gets red. He sighs a lot. I do, too. But we don’t fight. He loves me, “warts and all,” as I love him – “warts and all.”
We will start going through the books shortly. I’m supposed to go down each shelf and pull at least 1/3 of them for recycling at The Book Nook – the local trade-it-in-for- credit, used-book store. “One Third! You’ve got to be kidding!!” I said. He just gave me that Ol’ Curmudgeonly fishy-glare and said, dangerously quietly, “One. Third. Period.”
I’m going to be a total nervous wreck by the time he goes back to work. On January 3, 2008. Four days before he takes time off for Nativity. Old Calendar.Pray for me . . .
Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner!! Glory to God for All Things!
Including the Ol’ Curmudgeon on a cleaning rampage!