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Good jobThe last of the apartment is done. Thank god
Good job
It had to be done. I'm exhausted
hugsThere's one outstanding thing about the Hippie's stuff that is bugging me. When we were going to get married, over a decade ago, a prospector friend of his gave him three stones to make rings/jewellery out of. Never happened, and I'd like him to get the stones back. It just seems a bit dishonest that the sister would keep them. I've connected them on FB, I've asked for them to be returned to him, as has he. She got his entire estate (fairly substantial savings plus the proceeds from the sale of his property), and two friends and I did a ton of work to help her get rid of all the music in the flat (boxes and boxes and boxes of mixed up CDs, cassettes, DVDs, etc.). Makes me miffed that she'd stall on such a simple request. She claims to have found nine stones, and the prospecting friend has offered to identify the appropriate three (they were star sapphires). Greedy witch. I hate people, sometimes.
HugsIt had to be done. I'm exhausted
You guys could be here dealing with my place! Over 2 years and still not done...granted, I have had health issues so haven't been working on it consistently and now I'm doing more outside than inside. I think (fingers crossed) I have Gramma's all dealt with and just have mom's to finish (and then I should downsize my belongings while I'm at it)It's a horrible job. I helped with the Hippie's place, which has added considerable "stuff" to my space. *sigh* All I've got to say is that if I don't get a handle on my place, my daughter will have me revived so that she can murder me...
maybe you need to hold some plant sales?? Okay, you winYou have no idea of the depth of my problem, I'm afraid. There's still a bit of Dad's stuff, a s**t ton of Mom's, a bit of my baby sister's (I've seen a box in the deepest part of the garage labelled "Cat's Shoe Follies"), every time my kids come back again and leave, they leave "stuff", various tenants have left "stuff", and my stuff, and a bunch of the Hippie's stuff. And "NEVER" ask your church family for anything. I have enough plant pots, inside and outside, to mount a dozen plant sales. Enough egg cartons to start hundreds of seeds/add to a hundred loads of compost..
Maybe you need a plant sale so you can afford to repair things???I'm afraid I do, when it comes to awfulness. Among the acquisitions are an overlarge electric bike, with who knows what wrong with it, and a very old motorcycle which would need a new carburetor a new battery and new tires, to start. It was a nice bike (a 650 Suzuki), when I bought it from my sister, 15 years or so ago.
So putting on the lawn with a FREE sign is out too?And no plant sales for two years because of COVID.
I don't want to repair anything. I just want it gone.
Chansen and I discussed this a while ago. A match, was his suggestion, and I don't entirely disagree. I live in four rooms: a large bedroom that accesses the back yard, my kitchen, my dining room (which I treat more like a "den", with computer, books, etc.) and a bathroom. A boarder occupies the large bed-sitting room with adjoining bathroom and a "kitchenette" space in the basement. The rest of the house is filled with junk.