I don't have a car.
I have to run my errands in the evenings or on my husband's days off --and, like this week, on his staycations.
Speaking of which, he's been indispensible to this basement clean up. He's been finishing up little projects which have been waiting down here.
Like the rocking chair. It broke just before Christmas.
Yesterday, it returned to the living room.
My husband also fixed a drawer which belonged to a dresser we found in an alley last summer. (It was holding up the rocking chair.) He and my son brought the dresser in from the garage yesterday.
So, instead of that mess up above, now, I have this:
One of the biggest projects around here, though, is cleaning out this unassuming cabinet.
It is the chemical cabinet and we built it when the kids were small to keep them out of things which could hurt them. As you can see by their paint job--they understood!
My husband and I did this one together. He started while I was looking for the camera--so this is after a few minutes of his emptying the cabinet.
Bottles of Easy Off from a friend who moved away--oh six or so years ago maybe?
Lots of fertilizers for house plants. (We have two house plants. A pothos and a corn plant. They are lucky to get water and they know it.)
Lots of weed and feed and bottles of herbicides. Ant killer. Tent sealer. Turpentine. Mineral Spirits. Sanding sealer. Every sort of caulking known to man. Pre-mixed tile adhesive--from a job I did too many years ago to count. And so on.
Most abundant, by far, was the paint. Cans and cans of paint. Testers. Quarts. Gallons. Even automobile paint in colours for vehicles we don't own anymore!
I opened almost every tin, inspected it and then passed it to Daedalus to bang the lid back on. He didn't ant any spilling in his jeep--not even dried up crusty bits.
It really doesn't look like much after all that.