My sinuses are giving me grief for not wearing a respirator in the dungeon today. I did put one on later in the day, but you know how that goes. I would never last as a coal miner. At any rate, another boring update, as I plow through the minutiae in the hope of saving my pack-rat soul from wherever pack-rats go when they pass on. Then again, who’s to say there isn’t a pack-rat heaven?
I finally got the bike (and some automotive) stuff sorted to trash, friend and keep-it boxes. This metal shelf unit didn’t want to come apart as easily as the previous one. It’s gone, ready to be recycled. The space is mine again.
Last night I took a good look at what I was up against in taking down the room’s wooden walls. Today, after I removed the shelves, I realized that taking down the walls was going to set me back more time than I had to give to the project. Then there is the loss of usable wall space—what’s left when the walls come down is field stone. So I have decided not to take the room apart, instead remove the window and inside shelves, which are on the verge of collapsing, clean out the space, remove the door (it doesn’t close well and I really don’t need a door there anyway), and call it enough. The window area will be filled in with pallet wood once it’s removed.
With the shelves emptied and sorted, all that is left of the bicycling stuff is in the boxes you see here:
My friend was suppose to get together with me today and take what I didn’t want. It turned out to be serendipitous that he couldn’t make it. I wasn’t ready for him. I will be tomorrow.
The rest of the junk will be gone by tomorrow or Friday.
This metal clothes closet has been a useless piece of sheet metal since long before it was put down here. It’s going to the recyclers.
They say you can’t know where you are going if you don’t where you have been. So here I am looking back at where I was…and the mess I have made in sorting…and smiling because, well, it looks a lot better than it did before I became a Raider of the Lost Dungeon. Cheers. :)