It is as if I am introducing myself with every blog post lately.
I've been going through a lot in the last several days, to be honest. I will give you a summary.
Friday I drove up to the Valley, right after I dropped Patricia off at work. The furnace guy was dropping by to replace the pipe going from the furnace to the outside. The old one was very much worn. I don't know what that will cost me, but the man was there for about 30 minutes.
I remained there over night, watching stuff on the television until my eyes could no longer function.
Saturday morning was the main part, and the saddest part. At 7am, the man I hired to help me clean out the house, showed up. We were systematic. We went through nearly every room in the house, upstairs and down. We had rented a bin/dumpster. Working nearly non stop for five hours, we carried out, tossed out, said goodbye to, dozens and dozens of items, including furniture my parents had owned since the 1970's.
|The barrel and the furniture and so much other stuff|
One chair was especially interesting. It was in my father's workshop downstairs. As he grew older, it became more and more difficult for him to stand and putter around down there. So he took an old chair and extended the legs on it so he could sit in it, legs dangling, while he worked away, at a good level with the items he needed within easy reach. It still went out, but I kinda wish I could have found a use for it.
|The chair I just mentioned|
Other things were just junk. A couple boxes of ash from the wood part of the furnace. A barrel. Garbage bags full of, well, garbage. Some broken glass. Fluorescent tube lights. Broken tools. I can't even list it all.
At noon, we called it a day. We were both tired. The dumpster was close to being full. And I was emotionally exhausted.
|Among other things, the lighting I mentioned|
When I decided to sell the house, it was the result of a tremendous amount of soul searching. I knew the time would come when I would have to decide what to do with the place, but I kept putting it off until the decision was all but made for me. We had many many thrift store donations over the months, but removing the bulk of the stuff was something I had put off for so long. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt good.
|Not me standing next to the bin. The man I hired, named Gary|
Anything of a family heirloom nature, running the gamut from family photos to an old clock to just some neat stuff, has been kept. Things with people's names on them that are not heirlooms, will be shredded, although that will take a very long time to do.
It was a sad day, Saturday; but ultimately, it was a good day, too.
I returned to the city Saturday afternoon, after a lunch at Rosie's in Kentville. Took a nap and watched some telly with Patricia before turning in early.
Sunday was more or less a day of rest for me. Monday I took some stuff in from the front and back decks for the Winter. Threw a bunch of stuff out for recycling on Tuesday.
We returned to work on Tuesday. Patricia wasn't feeling well, so I took her home at lunch time before returning to work. I was feeling a bit under the weather so I turned in early.
And, today, Wednesday, I worked again, while Patricia remained home.
Pretty boring, huh?
The cleaning out of the family home on Saturday took a lot out of me. Not just physically, but mentally. Part of me thinks I let my parents down by doing this, but no one, not even me, would want any of that stuff.
There are two more work days left before another weekend, which will go by far too quickly for my liking.
How about this? I will write you tomorrow. Let's make a date.
See you then.