We are doing it.
We took stuff that’s still operable to a store that funds a rehab center: we have sworn off Goodwill, since it continues to pay employees non-survival wages while the CEO gets richer and richer. This little place is very of-the-people to-the-people, and as usual—we didn’t emerge without something. In this case—Jane needed a headboard. She’s been years without one; and they had one that’s going to do the job really nicely, including drawers on either side.
We’re establishing order downstairs…in what had been a landing zone for boxes.
The greenhouse is up and functioning.
The pond is—well, it’s still cold out there.
I hope you took before photos. I did. I’m also tracking by rough cubic feet of how much goes out. Recycling and trash are not included. For those willing to try think in terms of two hous or less at a time. My dining room table is almost empty and will become a sorting area. No one is seeing the before photos till Jan., 2014. Some days one square foot of clean is major progress. Sometimes six inches lower is progress.
Bravo! Keep up the good work!
I used to deal with a local consignment shop for clothes and other nearly new items, until several brand new shirts and dresses were ‘lifted’. One of the articles in their contract is that they are not responsible for pilferage of your consigned items, so I was left with nothing. Our local thrift stores are very hit or miss.
We used to have a Goodwill, but it closed after about 2 years — not enough business. Same thing happened to a Dollar General, which had me wondering about just how far things would be discounted as they went out of business. We’re about 1.5 hours from Phoenix or Flagstaff and generally if it’s not at the local Wal-Mart, it doesn’t exist. We do have a couple of thrift stores, one supports a women’s shelter and the other supports the local Humane Society shelter. Both tend to have some surprising finds.
Smashing gorgeous day! 🙂
Last summer was unusually dry, when it was inadvisable to light-off my burn-pile, then we started fall by raining and it never let up for five months, when it was impossible to light-off my burn pile! Usually I get in a fall burn. So the pile was over 6′ tall and 8′ across. (Much of it was cleanup from a 1/2A U-Cut Xmas tree lot beside the house.) The insides were still very wet so it smoked like a son of a gun, but it’s pretty much all gone now. Meanwhile I was picking up prunings from my 6 dwarfed apple trees for the pile. And I am one tired old dog!
Go, CJ! Go, CJ! Go, CJ!
Lol!
Credit Jane most on this one: she is our organizational genius, and she has found places to put things I didn’t know could be put! My job description is go-fer: I go fer this and go fer that, I take this upstairs or down, and Jane figures out that the downstairs mini freezer from the apartment will fit in the back of the little pantry, and that the wicker storage that was where it goes will fit beside its cousins just outside, and that somehow the downstairs can swallow the bins we had stacked up at the foot of the stairs. I don’t know how she does it.
Tetris! Tetris!!