I still haven’t done the Goodwill run, but everything is now completely tidied up and thoroughly vacuumed.
Today David returns from Cleveland, and I regret to say that I have been bracing myself for his criticism. That the work should have been done months ago. That some (minor) aspect of the job wasn’t done to his spec or liking.
In fact, I’ve already shed tears over this anticipated criticism, which really isn’t fair to him. Still bracing myself anyway, because it’ll ease the pain
when if he launches in.
It’s just about 6:00 now and we’re both really hungry. There’s still some final work in the basement that needs to be done, but it really needs to be done by Emma, not by me.
Then, tomorrow, I will be loading up the car for the trip to the Goodwill. Also, if I was really a good girl, to the dump, if I can find one open on a Sunday. Get rid of the broken chair, broken mattress, and other crap.
So now, I think it’s showers for us both, and food, and we actually have some shopping we need to do, too.
After I had lunch, I promptly fell asleep on the sofa and slept until nearly 3:30.
I am aware of how the basement room is, to some extent, a room of failures and incompletely realized dreams. A half-finished craft project in a bag. My husband’s papers from the job he lost. Piles upon piles upon piles of unsorted photos from years past. A broken dress form.
There’s also all my daughter’s sewing things. Four or five old ladies dumped their old sewing notions on my daughter. Hem tape. Thread. Buttons. Little envelopes labeled 19 cents and 39 cents with needles inside.
I am pretty tired. I am going to rest, then have lunch. Realistic return time: 2:00.
Goodwill run in our future. Also, really, if I were smart, a run to the tech recycle center in Issaquah on the way to work on Monday.