Suited up and ready to work

Big progress on both project fronts last week!

First up, at home: Emma and I loaded 900 pounds (literally 900) of stuff into neighbor Jodi's utility trailer, and then Frank and Emma and I unloaded all 900 pounds into the transfer station pit and watched their heavy machinery make that 900 pounds look like tidbits. Always an interesting experience going to the dump!

All that quantity of stuff came from nearly 30 years of... not hoarding exactly. It is more laziness or a lack of ruthlessness about getting rid of stuff. In any case, Frank and I share the trait to varying degrees, and there is a lot of never or no longer valuable stuff in our house, yard, and garage.

But its quantity is greatly reduced now! Feels great! We cleaned out under the deck (swing set, a muffler, old tiles, a dessicated Christmas tree, and other flotsam and jetsam), hauled about 8 eighty pound set-in-the-bag bags of concrete from under the rose of Sharon, finally parted with a bunch of toddler toys that have been rotting and rusting away in the play log cabin (and making a cozy home for ginormous spiders), and loaded up a bunch of stuff that we have been pre-dumping into the garage for the past several months (old carpet pad, old subfloor, old toilet seats, a dead boom box, and much, much more).

On the wedding front, Frank has ordered a suit and I have ordered four (yes, four) dresses. We'll know this week if any of these options will be fabulous enough. If not, we'll break down and do some in-person shopping.

MJ and I met out at the farm for another work day. Unfortunately, this was the day after the aforementioned 900-pound dump run, so I was only good for about three hours. I knocked down a sagging section of fence and weeded around the play area, and then I did the very satisfying job of cleaning out a couple of overgrown horseshoe pits that MJ hopes will get used during the reception. Wheeling my debris piles off to the pre-dump pile about did me in, so I called it a day!

And then yesterday was Seattle Pride. Niece Maddy and I marched with the ACLU, had a blast, and about killed our feet. My Fitbit tells me I walked more than 7 miles yesterday, between pre-, parade, and post- walking. We finished off the day by walking her dog, Kodi, to my house for (our) dinner, and then she walked him home again! The woman is a badass.

So, today, I'm having a much needed rest day. Frank is off, so that worked out nicely, and we've had a lovely day together. We spent some of it chatting with Koyo about his experience of Pride (positive) and other random topics (he learned the phrase "speaking of which" today, which tells you a little what the conversation was like). Then I ran a few errands, which mostly involved sitting in the car. Perfect!