Talking Dumpsters and Crap and Whacked Elbows in a Random Tuesday Thoughts Rebel kinda way.

Time keeps slipping away and I keep blinking.  At least my cold seems to finally be on its way out – now if the weather would cooperate and not be so annoyingly humid, I could actually get some stuff done around here.  Yes, I’m a dreamer, why do you ask?

Speaking of dreaming…  I think I actually do have the hubby convinced that having a dumpster delivered and put in the driveway next to the house to extricate unnecessary crap in a more efficient manner (read: less trudging up and down the stairs in the humidity) instead of back by the barn is a good idea. 

Here’s some perspective (I’m standing in the driveway in front of the barn and in front of where the hubby was suggesting we have the dumpster delivered to, looking back at the house):

And to give you even more perspective, our ceilings on both the first and second floor are 10+ feet high, and the windows you see are 7-feet tall and 3-feet wide.  The third floor is the attic, but it’s a finished attic that also has added space by way of dormers in the front and back (you can sort of see the back dormer through the trees).  The attic is where the majority of the stuff I need to purge happens to be.

There are 16 steps from the first floor to the second floor, 14 steeper and narrower steps from the second floor to the third floor attic, and five steps from the back door to the back patio, and a bazillion steps from the back patio to the spot I took the shot. 

Well, OK, maybe not a bazillion, but by the time I carry a heavy load all the way down from the top floor to here, it will sure feel like it.  Especially since I’ll have to go all the way back up to get another load of dumpster discard stuff – and there’s probably going to be at least 50 trips or more to get all of it taken care of.

I think I finally convinced the hubby the better placement of said dumpster is towards the front of the driveway next to the house so I can heave stuff out the window at the top (which is almost parallel to the dormer you can sort of see). 

That will exponentially speed up the looming purge process, and save a bazillion steps.  Plus it will make the purge process that much more fun, since I’ll be rigging a slide or chute to get the stuff from the window to the dumpster without just tossing it to the ground.

Now we just have to figure out when we’ll get to that point where we can use the dumpster so we aren’t finding stuff later that should have been tossed in the dumpster.  I figure if I start packing from the first floor and work my way up to the third floor, by the time I reach the top it will be time to get the dumpster. 

That way I can segregate as I purge and put stuff into three piles: 1) keep/pack/move pile, 2) donation pile and 3) dump that sh*t pile.  Well, you know what I mean for number 3.  Good thing I didn’t list it as #2.

Speaking of bodily functions (ahem)…  The cats like to take over my chair when I’m not sitting in it (and sometimes when I am) so the other day when I relocated Ralph off my chair and went to sit down, he decided he didn’t like that I moved him, so he tried to get back in my chair.  And  me, being the nice person that I am, trying not to sit on the poor cat, scooped him back up as I sat down – only in my downward momentum whacked my elbow on the edge of my desk.

My desk is currently an unfinished custom desk (one of the many projects our former carpenter friend started but never finished [which means we have that much more work to get done before we move] before he ran away from all his responsibilities and turned into a deadbeat dad hiding from the system so he doesn’t have to pay his ex child support – but that’s another post for another day). 

I’m guessing that the desk is at least an inch too high (for me and my chair) but very solidly built out of wood.  So when my elbow met with the unforgiving edge of my desk, I heard a distinct ‘crack’ which then triggered my brain’s response to the pain almost immediately instead of the usual delay.  Luckily it doesn’t feel like I broke my elbow (can you actually break an elbow?) but I have less hand strength today because of the injury. 

Good thing typing isn’t like rowing, or I’d be typing in circles and you’d never be able to figure out what I was saying.

In other news…  I finally acquired a nice big stack of moving boxes, so packing will commence in the next few days – I figure once I get started the momentum will kick in and I can knock out a room in a day or three (depending on the room, and depending on the extensive stuff collected in said room, and depending on the number of interruptions).  With the hubby’s work schedule being that he’s here all day long, interruptions have and will abound.  Wish me luck.

Being so crazy busy I’ve been lax about taking many pictures the last couple of weeks – but at least I found this funny on Facebook yesterday so this post won’t be all text and no visual:

That’s a wrap for this week – link up and join in the fun, everyone is welcome, random or not. Be sure to visit your fellow randomizers so they don’t feel so lonely.

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