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The good, the bad and the really ugly.

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The good …

A miracle is currently taking place below Casa River. And though I never thought I’d say it… I’m now glad my bored by retirement husband is fully engaged in a project.

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After insulating the walls and putting an unnecessary ceiling in my small section of the cellar, he moved on to the cluttered with useless crap main section of the nightmare that is our basement, and this is where the miracle happened.

Look!

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Bare basement floor! I haven’t seen that since we moved to this house two decades ago.

And what used to look like this:

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Now looks like this.

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Be still my heart.

His plan is to insulate all the exterior walls and put a ceiling throughout the whole cellar, which is a massive undertaking considering there’s nearly 40 years worth of accumulated junk in the way. Will he get rid of any? He says he wants to have a yard sale… which is a start. But if nothing else, things will be cleaned and hopefully a bit more organized.

Also good…

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The husband built a large shelf in my section for my numerous tubs of holiday decorations.

The bad….

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I couldn’t get down there to photograph it before he cluttered it up with his mess from the section of floor he cleared in the other room.

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Anyone need a 600 pound waffle iron or a Snoopy lunch box?

Also bad…

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See the end of that long dark tunnel? The one you can only access by bending over double and ducking under the sewage pipe? That’s where the husband put all my wrapping paper, bows and from what I can see… Halloween decorations.

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And finally, there’s the really ugly. Because under an old moldy blanket?

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There’s an equally old and moldy stereo cabinet from some long lost era. It shouldn’t surprise you to know that I was unaware he even owned this beast. The husband has a habit of sneaking purchases down to the cellar when I’m not home.

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It’s spreading like a virus.

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A fungus is currently taking over Casa River and it’s all I can do not to scream.

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It multiplies.

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It jumps from room to room…

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It’s covering every empty space and driving me crazy…

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But I’m not saying a word.

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I’m not nagging, I’m not bitching (out loud) because something miraculous has happened. I’m not sure I should even mention it lest I pierce the magic veil from whence it came… but here goes.

My husband… hoarder extraordinaire, the man who never saw a piece of junk he didn’t want to own… said he wants to sell some of his useless crap treasure at a flea market! Believe me when I tell you I almost passed out from the shock.

When … or even if …. this unheard of event will take place is anyones’s guess. But I’m doing my best to keep quiet and tiptoe around the plethora of rubbish that’s being vomited up from the cellar. If there’s the slightest chance some of it could disappear, it’s the least I can do.

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