Ran errands--need to go back to the store to pick up RXes for the Mrs, but I can do that any time before about 9:30 and that'll be okay.
Got myself a couple of Whoppers, came home and ate them, and then set to work--on the basement.
We have movers bringing furniture from storage in less than a week--one reason we got so pissed off at Luna's usual horseshit--and that basement needs to be severely de-cluttered before then. I had it nice and usable last year before all the attic-cleaning and the renovations began, but time and entropy did for that. I've got boxes of drywall stuff, boxes of painting stuff, boxes of boxing stuff--all kinds of nonsense. So today I'm digging into the pile and sorting it and gleaning the last little bits and pieces which can be summarily ejected, and attempting to organize and consolidate what is being kept.
I am pleased with the progress thus far.
I've decided that anyone worth paying to make new cushions for the sofa I have in the garage will be capable of making them without a pattern to work from, so I'm (to my wife's delight) throwing away the old cushions. It's one of those sofas which has a hardwood frame with no upholstery attached to it; there are removable cushions that you set on it (one two three, across seat and back) and they are what make it comfortable.
The extant cushions are decades old. Mom preferred to sleep on that sofa; it was what she had in her bedroom for a bed and it was mere feet from her computer--and because of that, these cushions are absolutely saturated with cigarette smoke. I had thought to try pulling out the padding, washing the covers, and putting new foam inside, but I think they're just too far gone for that.
I have a pile of Halloween decorations which will go into the attic, next to the Christmas decorations.
My old backpack, which was my brother's before he abandoned it--this is a backpack with an aluminum frame, an actual backpack rather than a knapsack--that can go in the attic. I have not used it since 1993 and I could probably just dispose of it, but gee what if I want to go camping again someday? *sigh*
(Actually? Paranoid impulse: what if I need to bug out and can only do so on foot?)
There are a lot of things I'd like to shove up there but cannot, because the space is not climate controlled. Two big boxes of videotapes--but the tapes would perish if left in those conditions for any length of time. Assorted books and papers--but, what if squirrels get into there? It's happened before, mice at least. No.
What I'll probably do for the paper stuff is to get sealable plastic containers and put them in there. That should keep the rodents and the bugs off, if any, and then they can go up there. Books, papers, magazines, comics, everything.
...but after about 90 minutes' work, I needed a break. I'm not just sitting there sorting; I'm moving and lifting and shoving, too, and that's what's got me in a sweat. I needed a break.
In a few minutes I'll go back downstairs and continue the work. Whee!