I miss you guys. The photos are painful. In a good way.
We got the basement mostly cleared out and realized there is no way the one desk is coming up without going after it with a Sawsall. It's been up on Craigslist for free for weeks... And I'm not paying someone to drag it up only to put a free sign on it and have it hauled away to the dump anyway. The two of us can barely lift it. Huge guys would be in pain. They're the type that once they went down there, they could never return to the surface in one piece.
People just don't want large desks around here anymore, I guess. 6' long x 3' deep and heavy as hell. Two of 'em. One disassembles. The other doesn't.
So, tomorrow may be kinda fun in a strange destructive way. (Evil grin...) I can take out my frustrations of not being able to attend Gaston's this year on a poor giant monstrosity of mixed particle board and oak. Make a big mess. Play with the shop vac afterward. Satisfying. Cathartic perhaps, even.
Totally goes against my grain to chop up a perfectly usable desk, but a deadline is a deadline and there's a solid possibility of an offer to hand over the house keys fairly quickly, make reasonable bucks on it, and leave some bucks in it for the couple who wants to work on the place. So... "Everything must go!", as the TV wares hawkers would say.
Today was another dump trip with the 8 x 18 trailer (sorry old telecom racks, and beat up flimsy metal shelves... you're getting recycled as metal scrap... your days were numbered and I'm tired of looking at you doing nothing useful), and deliveries of large items to folks who don't have a giant trailer.
Tomorrow is load the trailer and trucks with the very last load of crap we're keeping (for now... I'm on a warpath of tossing stuff... and after another sort in the garage at the new place there will probably be another dump run later)... and that will be the end of our lovely time in Centennial, CO. Good memories, solid house. 12 years. Looks like we beat the national average by 4.
The photos on FB of Gaston's antics keep me entertained during lunch or breaks. Keep 'em coming!
Wish we were there! (Karen said so too...!!! She liked the photo of Lynn feeding the peacock.)