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Onward and upward.

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Props to my husband for not only sticking with his horrible basement project but becoming totally obsessed by it. Clearing, cleaning and organizing ( not really, but he’s trying ) 40 years worth of junk is not for the faint hearted. Or the asthmatic… the dust and cobwebs are epic.

When last I reported, shelves were being built on the back right wall and corners were being turned.

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So now that ⬆️…

Looks like this ⬇️ …

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Because every time he carves out a small area to work…

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Thousands of pounds of junk stuff must be moved.

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Anyone need a tv antenna or an old bottle of Clorox? It’s still half full.

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Four vintage wooden crates were unearthed… but none of them were alcohol related for my vinyl collection damn it.

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This is a serious amount of work. And while I try to go down and help, more often than not the husband gets aggravated with me and tells me to get lost.

If 39 years of marriage has taught us anything, it’s that we don’t work well together. I’m a very organized person ….. I plan, I make lists, I gather needed tools and supplies, I have everything I need within reach. He wings it… no plan, always searching for tools and has to run to the store every other day for more supplies. Basically, we drive each other crazy and end up doing our projects by ourselves. Harder, yes. But it keeps us out of divorce court.

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It’s a good thing I don’t use that freezer or second refrigerator anymore.

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32 thoughts on “Onward and upward.”

    1. He says he’s going to sort, organize and get rid of things when he’s done with the insulation, ceiling and shelves. I say he should be doing as he goes… but who am I to tell a Marine what do?
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  2. Well it seems he’s organizing all the crap, so maybe now you can find it easily to get rid of some a bit at a time, no? I’m just saying it’s not like he’s inventoried all of that crap, maybe a donation here, a trip to the dump there. As for the freezer and fridge, I’d ask why he doesn’t just sell them but, as a follower of your blog I already know the answer…lmao.

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    1. I never wanted a freezer but he bought me one for Christmas. We didn’t need a second fridge but he found a nearly new one at a yard sale for $50 so we have an second fridge. Neither one is plugged in or used. Need I go on..?

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      1. No…..I figured as much. But wait he bought you a freezer for CHRISTMAS?! Wtf? I got mad at my youngest for buying me a vacuum cleaner six years ago for Christmas and he still hasn’t forgotten, lol.

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  4. I have an identical set of rabbit ears out in the shed. Somewhere. Also the bottom half of that blue enameled roaster lid.
    Snooks and I take our tax records to a CPA each year. It has been the best investment in our marriage. We travel well, but working together? Uh uh …

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      1. I’m going for nurture over nature on this one. I think it’s how you grew up. I came up in a tribe of recalcitrant hellions (With the exception of myself, I was perfect), with a very tired mom and a largely absentee dad. I didn’t clean up after myself and no one made me, so I grew up that way. A couple of my sisters did too.

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      2. But that’s the bizarre thing, he was a neat and clean kid. A squared away Marine when I married him. No clutter, no junk. Then he was bitten by the yard sale/flea market bug and it was all over but the crying.

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  5. I feel this. Your basement = my house.

    I could actually use that antenna! The old long poles work best at my house but are currently impossible to find. Modern antenna are crap.

    I’ll trade ya some local beer growlers (everyone does big cans… crowlers… now).

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  6. I really can’t help but think that sometime soon the light is going to come on and he’s going reconnect with the idea that life is a Hell of a lot easier when you’re squared away. I know he’s familiar with that concept. My dad liberated lots of interesting, but basically useless, stuff from the Navy and had it jammed in every crack and crevice. Crazy stuff like an adjustable wrench with four inch jaws that must have weighed sixty pounds and twenty cans of 7.62mm brass, along with the little clips to link them into a belt. Little pieces of “Nice wood”, leftover building materials, believe me, I get it. Then one day he lost his mind. He sold the brass to the scrap dealer and hauled a ton of shit to the dump. I was busting ass all day long, helping him get it out, but it was actually kind of a good time, even with all the splinters and spiders. There was joking and sarcasm and, at sixteen, it was the first time he ever offered me a beer. Most of the time he was kind of a prick, and we never really liked one another, but we did that day. I haven’t thought of that for a few minutes. You’re never gonna die, Tim.

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  11. With everything arranged neatly on the shelves like that, it’ll look like an antique store down there when you’re all finished. That’s perfect for you two! You could charge admission to browse it like a museum, or go full retail and sell stuff directly from your basement.

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