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[feng_shui_house]

Ok, from 8:30 to 10:30 I worked like a beaver & got all the stuff out for bulk pickup. (Started my laundry, but didn't work on it until I was done hauling.) Whew. As I thought, some of it never made it to the pile. A guy stopped in a truck to pick up a couple pieces of metal and I directed him to the side staging area to help himself. He took a big aluminum folding platform/ladder which hadn't worked in over a decade because the steel hinges had totally rusted out, and other metal stuff, and then when he saw me horsing out the (both pooped and peed on this morning- someone wanted to get their last blows in)box spring (I'd already got the mattress) he came over and helped me with it. Then he took the metal bed frame. All good, so the pile was a bit less when I finished loading it up and photographed it. (Will add photos later. I was nice, I taped thick newspaper around the big mirror and put it in a large garbage bag. I am STILL picking up bits of broken mirror on the ground there from the one that Ken threw out for me a year ago. He refused to put it in anything- too much trouble.)

Put For Sale sign on Mercedes before I was quite finished putting out the stuff, and the young woman who serves as a live-in aide for the old lady next door came over to ask about it. I told her what I could recall was wrong with it & said it would be first come, first served. $1000 cash. (I've 'held' that car for 2 people already, no more. The first person with cash, gets it.)


Went in and noticed that the wall behind the inside staging area had obvious marks from where dad had patched it many, many years ago. I got my scraper thingie to smooth it out a bit & discovered that the wall had been patched with a piece of wallboard that had separated from the wall. So I tested it by thumping it with the scraper, and a hunk fell off. So I removed until it was this huge, honking circle of cement block wall with a bit of plaster & spackled the heck out of it. I'm now down to half a bucket of spackling.

Phone rang in mid spackle. Two people outside wanted to look at the Mercedes. The guy's a mechanic, speaks almost no English, but his ladyfriend was English-fluent, so no problem there. They guy had a Sagittarius tattoo (complete with centaur) above the name 'Lourdes'. I hope that was Lourdes with him. He talked me down (through her) to $800, which he said he'd bring tomorrow. I told him I wouldn't take the sign off, and if someone offered me $1000 he wouldn't get it. He agreed.

Went back and finished wall patch. Finished laundry. Looked at the Sunday paper & found they'd included an Ikea catalog- we got an Ikea store in So. Fla. just last week. Leafed thru catalog & lusted after stuff. Took shower. In mid-shower phone rang. I let the message machine take it.

Returned call- it's the son of the elderly lady next door, wanting the Mercedes for $1000, but he wanted me to take a check. I told him, no, I have to pay for a cab to get to the bank. He says he'll come by with $400 today after the football game, and will get the rest out of his teacher's credit union but can't get it all at once, they only let him draw $400 at once, unless he goes there in person.

Eh, whatever. Maybe he'll come by with the $400. Maybe he won't. At least I do have his phone number and can nag the hell out of him if he doesn't pay. He was telling me that he was sure the car was good because you're 'a classy lady', and I'm telling him, I'm not a mechanic, I don't guarantee there aren't other things wrong with it- (in other words, don't pay me $400 and then refuse to pay more because the car needs more work than you thought.)

I am tired, and hungry...mmm... food...with all the working and working and working, and hardly eating at all, I *THINK* I may have lost 7 pounds in the last month. My brother skipped lunch for 3 days and lost 8 pounds. God loves men.


Using a wheelchair to haul logs- yes, I threw out the wheelchair too. The folks who said they wanted it for their patients never showed up.


Mercedes- only sign I could get at the store was for Garage Sale. Creative use of red magic marker took care of that. Ken called a couple minutes ago & had the nerve to say 'You should sell it for $1500 it's not your fault there are things wrong with it, why should you take a $1500 loss?'

Why? Because you told me the car was worth $2500 and there wasn't much wrong with it and you were going to fix it! I don't have any buyers being told stuff like that by someone they trust, so I can't cheat them and have to go with honesty. It wasn't worth what I paid at the time I paid it, and it's now got more problems.


Here's what you've been waiting for. Trash pile!



When I went across the street to take pictures of the far side of the trash I noticed tiny specks of yellow and purple on the ground. These weed flowers are about half an inch across. But they have style.

Comments

[kalinda001.livejournal.com]

You are still one working-machine...

I hope someone comes through with the $1000 cash soon for the Merc.
3 days 8lbs vs 1 month 7lbs...that is sooo unfair *hugs*

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

If nothing else I can serve as a bad example of what happens when you don't maintain your property. :^)

I have decided that God thinks fat women are sexy, and that's why it's so hard for me to lose fat.

[pherber-m.livejournal.com]

I have decided that God thinks fat women are sexy, and that's why it's so hard for me to lose fat.
ROFL! I think I'll try that explanation on my mom the next time she hassles me about my weight.

Good for you, getting so much accomplished!

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

Yes, tell your mom the Secret of the Universe! :^)

Thanks- I'm working at Ehouse one layer at a time, like an onion.

[reapermum.livejournal.com]

Those purple flowers are beautiful.

That rubbish is ugly.

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

The purple flowers will still be here after the rubbish is gone. :^) The nasty trees behind the rubbish pile are also on my list of things I want gone.

[miwahni.livejournal.com]

Wow - what happened to your day of doing nothing? You've accomplished heaps!
*drooling over Ikea catalogue* I love that store.

[entropy-house.livejournal.com]

Oh, the doing nothing day was yesterday, to rest up for today. I knew getting that stuff to the pile was going to be strenuous.

But for the rest of today I'm going to try to do nothing more physical than sort photos.

I keep telling myself, no buying furniture until you've moved. I was particularly taken with the tables where you can mix and match the table top you like and the type of legs you like.