I was productive this weekend. And yet, at the same time, I feel like I didn't really do anything.
Saturday started out normal. I was straightening my room and decided to finally clear out the stuff under my sister's bed. When my sister moved out we decided that we could clear all her stuff out and I could do what I wanted with the space. And I've only had a box sitting on her bed since Christmas waiting for me to get to work. I got everything cleaned out and found that a few of the boards supporting the mattress board had fallen. I thought I'd just put the boards back in place and I'd get rid of the bed some other time. But putting the boards back involved taking off the mattress, the foam pads and the mattress board. By the time I'd gotten all that off the bed my mom had come in and told me I should just take the bed apart now so we can get rid of it. I got the bed taken apart and stacked in the corner so we could take it to our storage unit today.
After I did that I needed to clean under
my bed so it could be taken apart on Sunday. Now, saying I'm a bit of a pack rat is like saying it's a little cold in Antarctica, so this was a fairly daunting task. I found copies of my junior high newspaper in there. I was in junior high over ten years ago. Needless to say, A LOT of stuff got chucked. I originally had three drawers (stolen from an old sidetable), a clothes basket filled with shoes, one regular sized rubbermaid box, one big rubbermaid box and two small rubbermaid boxes. All with crap in them. I managed to get rid enough of enough stuff to get it down to two regular sized rubbermaid boxes. I was very proud of myself. I don't think I was ever going to look at that ethics quiz from sophomore year again anyway. So that was Saturday.
Sunday involved taking my bed apart, which was easier said than done. My bed was pretty old. It was my cousin's before it was mine, and I've had it for almost seven years. It was all rusted and gross. No fun there. My mom and brother went to go get rid of the beds and my sisters crap, and get the good bed from the storage unit while I vacuumed my room. They came back and we were taking the frame and stuff upstairs and of course I fell and hurt my ankle. (I swear I'd be a great companion for the Doctor) It hurt, but after a minute I was able to move around okay. We got my bed all put together and my sheets and stuff in the wash. Then I got to try to find places for all the stuff littering my floor. Finally around 9:00 Sunday night I got everything put away and my bed made.
My weekend was supposed to be me spending time with my computer and catching up on SG1. Instead I spent two days cleaning it. I'm pretty happy with it. Even if it's not totally done.
Still to do:
Clean out bedside table
Clean out green crate things
Clean out my dresser
Get a new comfy chair for reading corner
Get a new bookshelf
I took pictures. I'll post them someday if I ever get around to uploading them.
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beeej did this yesterday and it looked like fun.
