Well, Joe got in a purging mode and all afternoon we've been cleaning the garage out so Joe can park the big stocktruck in there. He's moving the wagon out of the garage and it will go into the shed. The wagon has been a catchall place for everything to be dumped (stored) over the years. Everything came out of the wagon and most of that is being trashed or given away. He's giving up all his old scuba diving equipment, etc. This will be better, when he has to get his haying equipment in and out of the other shed. I've been telling him that for years, but "what do I know"! I guess he thinks its his idea now and that's good. Maybe we can even park the vehicles side by side instead of one in front of the other and not have to take them both out so he can go in his truck or me go in the SUV.
He even FINALLY said that his neices and nephews could take their grandparents stuff that's been taking up storage room in the house. That will make me very happy as storage space is at a premium in our house. I wrote to Joslyn and told her to come and get it. The whole car is full of things for the second hand store, and a little for the museum that we can drop off tomorrow on our way, and if they don't take them I don't know what I'll do with them, maybe go to the dump. Some neat old things will go to the museum later too, the creamer and old things like that unless they don't want them. Joe's red truck is full for the dump too. He'll do that when we get back. I think the old wringer washer is going too. The garage work isn't finished, but I hope he will go ahead and find a place to put everything that over the years has been sitting on the floor in very nice lines. Instead of getting rid of it, I secretly stashed away a small inflatable raft, which long ago he told me we didn't have any more. I've always wanted to float down the Big Sandy!!
I also cleaned out my art storage shelves and burned up a bunch of painting/shipping/storage boxes and packing. This is very traumatic for artists to burn up their cardboard, ask any artist you know. For one thing it is a concession to the fact that I probably won't be shipping paintings off to shows much any more. I got filthy. I'm pooped. I got no painting done today. I'm afraid the portrait isn't going to be finished on time.
We had a thunderstorm this afternoon with some real cracking thunder and lightning and a little rain. Sparky got upset for a while, but as long as I don't make over him too much, he calms down a lot quicker.
We're going over to Idaho Falls tomorrow. I'll report on that when we get back.
It's raining again, I can hear it on the roof. And it's supposed to cool off and be rainy for our trip.
