Props to Karen
The upstairs. For years we had the most awesome extreme drop of death between our top floor and the staircase. It was scary. But like the threat of being suddenly demolished by a meteor (a real risk, you know, infinitely more possible that "zero") we kind of tolerated and compensated. But i built the railing up there, and now we even have a handrail to hold onto while traversing our (antique, steeeep) stairs... but that's not what makes me happy. Now, the area up there is clean! And totally free of clutter and everything! I really like it.
And now the stairs to the basement are spotless! I think this is the first time that area has been tidy since we moved in. Going to the basement no longer requires the grace of a ballerina and flexibility of a yoga master. Which means that soon, i'll become a hunched old man, creaky and hobbled. And the reason? Karen's mighty hand of tidying and organizing and throwing stuff away! Incredible.
Oh how Lauren and I could use the hand of Karen (ok more Lauren) as the closets are full of every bit of homework Lauren has ever had from 5th grade on, trinkets, gadgets, magazines, papers, coupons… I plan on throwing it all away next time Lauren is out of town for more than a week (the amount of time it would take to get rid of it all). By “throw away” I mean rent a storage unit and stuff it in there.
-- jj - 07 October '08 - 10:13Karen and i were just talking about what’s typically stored in those storage units. I wonder how much of it is fifth grade homework.
-- juanito - 08 October '08 - 13:32