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After the Fire: Next to Last
Mar. 20th, 2009 06:58 amThis week is the spring edition of large rubbish pickup week in my town. A good week to be motivated to move crap from the backyard to the curb so others may explore and enjoy your crap before the big trucks start to roll through this next Monday.
In the backyard were many boxes (previously dry, now soggy from the Spring Break storms) of stuff from the old house, then of storage, then of carport. It was determined to be mostly mine, studio stuff just hucked into boxes to be gone over later. I spent a little bit of time on it Wednesday night while I talked to Shannon of Charming Bitch. Wednesday night was the night I broke everything made of glass that I could find. It was all hopelessly etched with smoke and heat, and would've never been clean enough for ebay, which is where I'd considered sending it.
I do not mind saying that breaking all that glass was refreshing and satisfying.
"Oh, look! A lid!" KSSSH!
"Oh no! This bowl doesn't have a lid!" KSSSH!
"Eh, it' already broken..." KSSSH!
Yesterday turned into "I meant to do two boxes but fuck it let's keep going try another box quit when you feel like it."
When I started, there were two large plastic storage bins, two-three banker's boxes, three or so medium boxes, and six extra-large boxes re-purposed from office chairs and a Christmas tree.
When I was done, I had two plastic tubs and one banker's box of stuff I elected to keep. The rest was nothing but garbage.
Two year and six+ months after the fire. I feel a weight's been lifted. There is now only a large file cabinet left to be emptied, and after the fire is over except for the divorce.
In the backyard were many boxes (previously dry, now soggy from the Spring Break storms) of stuff from the old house, then of storage, then of carport. It was determined to be mostly mine, studio stuff just hucked into boxes to be gone over later. I spent a little bit of time on it Wednesday night while I talked to Shannon of Charming Bitch. Wednesday night was the night I broke everything made of glass that I could find. It was all hopelessly etched with smoke and heat, and would've never been clean enough for ebay, which is where I'd considered sending it.
I do not mind saying that breaking all that glass was refreshing and satisfying.
"Oh, look! A lid!" KSSSH!
"Oh no! This bowl doesn't have a lid!" KSSSH!
"Eh, it' already broken..." KSSSH!
Yesterday turned into "I meant to do two boxes but fuck it let's keep going try another box quit when you feel like it."
When I started, there were two large plastic storage bins, two-three banker's boxes, three or so medium boxes, and six extra-large boxes re-purposed from office chairs and a Christmas tree.
When I was done, I had two plastic tubs and one banker's box of stuff I elected to keep. The rest was nothing but garbage.
Two year and six+ months after the fire. I feel a weight's been lifted. There is now only a large file cabinet left to be emptied, and after the fire is over except for the divorce.
