I’m still busy cleaning and de-cluttering my house. Last night my husband and I did a little bit of the work together but it wasn’t all that productive.
We started working on an area of our basement where we store things that we’ll more than likely keep .. so we didn’t end up throwing out much stuff. I’m very into throwing out a LOT of stuff from the basement these days since the basement is one big cluttered mess. We have too much stuff. I stay stuff because that’s all it is .. stuff .. stuff we haven’t used for years, stuff we can live without.
Last night we discovered a couple of boxes of books that we set aside for sorting at a later time. I really didn’t want to “sort” things last night .. plus, once I know where all the books are and I’ve decided what’s going to be kept and what’s going I’m either going to set them aside for a yard sale or take them to a store that buys used books. The other things that we actually sorted through were three or four boxes of old records. Most of them are mine. Chris only had about 10 records in all the boxes and I guess I must have about 200. Gee I wonder how much some of them will be worth if I decide to sell them?
While we were going through all those records my husband and I kept talking about how our musical tastes have always been so similar. He swore some of the records that I know were mine were his – but then he remembered that they weren’t. Chris never bought things when he was a teenager or when he was in his early 20’s … he borrowed everything and that’s why he has so few records in that pile or records downstairs. LOL Anyway as we talked about music I kept teasing him that one of the things that he’d always promised me was beginner guitar lessons but I still have no clue as to how to play the guitar. Gee .. it’s been something like 22 years – you’d think I’d be able to play something basic having lived with a musician for that long .. but nope. I think he’s afraid to teach me. I guess if I want to learn I’m going to have to teach myself or take lessons from someone else.
I wonder what gems we’ll find the next time we try sorting out the mess in the basement! To be continued …
