Penny, brown penny, brown penny...

[flemmings]

...one cannot begin too soon, to hire people to remove the junk of ages from your house. All the unassorted stuff that the garbage won't take and/ or I'm too weak to move myself. The basement fridge is gone! After a mere thirty years! And the 12x7' carpet my tenants left, that nobody wanted and that I couldn't throw out because carpets must be sliced up into units 2.5 feet wide or smaller. And about three boxes of VCR tapes that I shall never look at again, and ancient bike locks, and bits of unidentified metal whazis, and and and.

So now there's space in the bunker and space in the basement, which latter may be occupied by next door's stuff, depending on how seriously they downsize. I'm still half-hopeful they'll change their minds.

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[kore]

(YEATS)

It takes me so long to get rid of junk I'm ashamed of it. I don't even have the excuse of owning a house! ....then again, T is a packrat. But it just takes me so long to get around to anything. (And then when I do, he has saved stuff like candle ends. I didn't even know we had any candle ends. Where did he get candle ends?)

[flemmings]

Though it's much more respectable to pay people to haul your junk than to take your virginity, as I assume Yeats did.

The candle ends came from candles, naturally. You never know when you'll need a candle end, what with the blackouts from climate change and wild weather. Which thinking is why I have a box of 40+ year old candles from my parents' house but no candle holders to put them in. At least the junkmen took that bag of wire coathangers and the large book of paint chips.