Would you just LOOK at this room! I’m standing in the rear corner looking diagonally toward the door and would you just LOOK at that acreage of clear, freshly vacuumed carpet! After eight days of shoving stuff into boxes, shoving boxes out of sight into storage, and running the trash to the dump, this room finally spells (to misquote an old ad) POSSIBILITIES.
On the left side of the photo is the giant media shelf I cleared down to the bare shelves for the first time in…. Ever. It was so stuffed and covered with jumbles buried behind other jumbles when my then-new husband moved me into our California home that I couldn’t actually see it.
Here it was a week ago, after I’d finally gotten almost everything out from in front of it and about half the stuff off it. A lot of what you can see are piles of old calendars, ancient old school books, old worksheet duplicates and an entire shelf of crumbling piano music. My husband’s deceased first wife was a school teacher and an accomplished pianist.
At this stage the shelf is a temporary staging area for, on the bottom right, the unsorted piano music; on the lowest two left, the useless school texts; on the wide shelf, the books my husband wanted to keep; and on the top, about seven bottles of fuel for a propane camp stove, two bottles of candle lamp oil and a box of household wax all of which had been buried for decades…
Then we took all the textbooks to the dump. I moved my husband’s keepsake books to other shelving. The fuels got properly stores and I boxed up and hid the music in storage.
At this point I declared, “I cleared it! I claim it.”
Do you think I’ve got enough onto the shelves to stake my initial claim?