Kids on Vacation: Day 3
Mar. 25th, 2023 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
billroperSo let's start with the bottom line:
Anybody need a wooden pallet? It is free to a good home. Or a bad home. Or pretty much anyone who would like to take it away.
The wooden pallet formerly was the base of Mount McGuire, so named because it arrived in the garage with a great many copies of "Velveteen vs. the Seasons" on top of it. When those were eventually (several years later) dispatched out of the garage, rather than immediately taking the opportunity to finish cleaning out that side of the garage so that Gretchen could park the minivan there, I suggested that I would really like to get the boxes out of the library that had ended up there after the house was painted so that we could get the library back and that we could then empty out the boxes at a leisurely pace.
The library is now full of boxes that remain there after the kitchen renovation. Mount McGuire persisted. And now Gretchen's new minivan needs to be parked in the garage to charge while my car is unhappily parked outside. It was *Gretchen's* suggestion that we take advantage of the absence of children to strip mine Mount McGuire and that is what has happened, with only two boxes remaining outside, four bags of trash having been dispatched, and piles of stuff being dispersed to boxes for Goodwill or to where they might belong elsewhere in the house.
For example, Gretchen found some microphones that I had pulled out of the mic locker for *some* purpose (perhaps the school talent show) and which had never come back to where they belonged. When I went downstairs to put the fifth load of laundry for the weekend into the washer, I put them (finally) back where they belong.
Fifth load of laundry -- right, that would be the towels, which followed Gretchen's load of clothes, which followed my bi-weekly load of shirts, which followed yesterday's laundry, which had been the socks and underwear, and the wild card: the new comforter for our bed.
A few days ago, lulled into a lack of suspicion by recent mild weather, I said to Gretchen, "Winter is ending. Our old comforter is starting to become worn out, although it still has some life in it, but this is the season when there should be sales from places that would really like to sell these comforters before they have to store them until next fall. We should see what we can get."
And Gretchen looked on line at the place where she usually buys comforters (not down comforters, but fabric fill as being less likely to trigger allergies) and found that they were on sale, marked down to only $240.
"Eep!" I said, and went off to Amazon to look at comforters. And I found a comforter there which looked reasonable and was a California King, which is in theory too large for our bed, but not too large in practice, because having a larger comforter tends to prevent battles in the middle of the night as the comforter is tugged back and forth to cover whatever piece of someone's body is protruding into the cold night air, and it was on sale for a bit under $70. So I ordered the comforter, which arrived, vacuum-packed, on Wednesday. I washed it yesterday and we slept beneath it and decided that it was very nice and very, *very* warm, which was maybe what we would need when it was colder outside, but not at all what we needed as we progressed into spring, so the new comforter has been folded and stuffed into the top of my closet, and the lighter weight comforter that we use in spring and fall has been pulled down and spread atop the bed, and there was much rejoicing.
The old comforter still needs to go somewhere and we are staring at it and trying to decide whether it should go to Goodwill for someone who really could use a comforter or into the garbage. There *will* be a Goodwill run shortly, so we're going to make up our minds one way or another soon.
In the meantime, the garbage can is getting progressively more full.
And we have a pallet.
Anybody need a pallet?
Anybody need a wooden pallet? It is free to a good home. Or a bad home. Or pretty much anyone who would like to take it away.
The wooden pallet formerly was the base of Mount McGuire, so named because it arrived in the garage with a great many copies of "Velveteen vs. the Seasons" on top of it. When those were eventually (several years later) dispatched out of the garage, rather than immediately taking the opportunity to finish cleaning out that side of the garage so that Gretchen could park the minivan there, I suggested that I would really like to get the boxes out of the library that had ended up there after the house was painted so that we could get the library back and that we could then empty out the boxes at a leisurely pace.
The library is now full of boxes that remain there after the kitchen renovation. Mount McGuire persisted. And now Gretchen's new minivan needs to be parked in the garage to charge while my car is unhappily parked outside. It was *Gretchen's* suggestion that we take advantage of the absence of children to strip mine Mount McGuire and that is what has happened, with only two boxes remaining outside, four bags of trash having been dispatched, and piles of stuff being dispersed to boxes for Goodwill or to where they might belong elsewhere in the house.
For example, Gretchen found some microphones that I had pulled out of the mic locker for *some* purpose (perhaps the school talent show) and which had never come back to where they belonged. When I went downstairs to put the fifth load of laundry for the weekend into the washer, I put them (finally) back where they belong.
Fifth load of laundry -- right, that would be the towels, which followed Gretchen's load of clothes, which followed my bi-weekly load of shirts, which followed yesterday's laundry, which had been the socks and underwear, and the wild card: the new comforter for our bed.
A few days ago, lulled into a lack of suspicion by recent mild weather, I said to Gretchen, "Winter is ending. Our old comforter is starting to become worn out, although it still has some life in it, but this is the season when there should be sales from places that would really like to sell these comforters before they have to store them until next fall. We should see what we can get."
And Gretchen looked on line at the place where she usually buys comforters (not down comforters, but fabric fill as being less likely to trigger allergies) and found that they were on sale, marked down to only $240.
"Eep!" I said, and went off to Amazon to look at comforters. And I found a comforter there which looked reasonable and was a California King, which is in theory too large for our bed, but not too large in practice, because having a larger comforter tends to prevent battles in the middle of the night as the comforter is tugged back and forth to cover whatever piece of someone's body is protruding into the cold night air, and it was on sale for a bit under $70. So I ordered the comforter, which arrived, vacuum-packed, on Wednesday. I washed it yesterday and we slept beneath it and decided that it was very nice and very, *very* warm, which was maybe what we would need when it was colder outside, but not at all what we needed as we progressed into spring, so the new comforter has been folded and stuffed into the top of my closet, and the lighter weight comforter that we use in spring and fall has been pulled down and spread atop the bed, and there was much rejoicing.
The old comforter still needs to go somewhere and we are staring at it and trying to decide whether it should go to Goodwill for someone who really could use a comforter or into the garbage. There *will* be a Goodwill run shortly, so we're going to make up our minds one way or another soon.
In the meantime, the garbage can is getting progressively more full.
And we have a pallet.
Anybody need a pallet?
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Date: 2023-03-26 01:55 pm (UTC)