if A, then B . . .

you know how things snowball?  before you can do A, you have to do B, but before you can do B, C is raising its ugly head.  that's what's going on in the cave.

the moving company will be bringing Kidlets things on Monday but in order to have room in the man cave, some of the current contents need to be stored in the garage, but until the garage is weaned of some of its junk, um, special mementos, we are at a stand still.  as in stopped dead.  in our tracks.

since today is garbage day, at 8:00 a.m. this morning, i was out dragging sheets of old ply-wood, old suitcases, dead bottles of car wax, and miscellaneous piles of why.in.the.world.do.i.own.this, to the curb.  joanie wandered over to help drag and lift my spirits.  we won't mention the pile of wood that had earlier fallen over and trapped me between the wood and some kind of giant saw.  luckily, i had my cell in my pocket and called kidlet to rescue me.  owie. 

then came the metal man.  this guy has been around for years.  comes the night before and the morning of garbage days and sniffs out metal from the trash.  he was having a field day.  and when i offered him the hanging/speed bag complex taking up valuable real estate in the man cave, i swear his eyes lit up and spun in circles before coming back to center.  color us both happy.  i had been trying to give away that monster for a year now.

i'm not beyond bartering so barter i did.  the guy who put in my river rocks will be removing three quasi trees from the front yard and weeding and cleaning the rest.  two of those quasi trees are some kind of saplings that found a vitamin bottle a few years back.  the other is a rather drunken holly tree that leans precariously to the west.  it is infested with mistletoe and threatens to come down every time the wind blows.  adios, holly.  go lightly.   and so, in exchange, my garage divested itself of a circular saw, a jigsaw, some other kind of saw and a lot of flotsam and jetsam.  call us even.

i'm sorry but if its mechanical and doesn't have Kitchenaid etched on it, it's up for grabs.

the garage looks a lot better now and hopefully, the garbage men will take the remainder of the goodies and i can rest in peace.  unfortunately, they are pretty picky about what they will and will not take, so i am still stuck with 53 cans of paint most of which i can't remember ever having graced a wall in the house.

it also seems, i am the proud owner of one of those venomous banks of plastic drawers which slam shut on innocent fingers.  it is chock full of the contents of aisle 26 at Lowe's.  you know, the aisle with the whose-its. whats-it and thing-a-ma-bobs.  i went through each drawer.  i actually found a waterbed patch kit from the 90's, if that gives you a clue.  if i knew what it was and thought it was useful, i kept it, if not, i put it in a box for the metal man. 

joanie's mister is going to go through the enormous red tool box and put together a useable set for me.  right now, i am thinking the 9TS was a bit of a tool hoarder.  i counted 27 screwdrivers not including a box that contained one body and 42 interchangeable heads.  and lets not discuss ratchet and socket accessories.  i did keep the electric drill and the staple gun.  they have helped me reupholster many a dining room chair.

after a dunk in the tub, i have squatters rights to my bed and i am not moving.  ever.  or until tomorrow.  maybe.