It started to rain around 7:30 and now it is really coming down
We took Mr. Catfish into the vets to get his toenails clipped and pick up the flea and heartworm meds for the dogs.
Toenails 18 bucks-Meds $180.00 for 6mths supply. Yikes beans and weenies next few weeks.
It registered somewhere last night in my pea little brain that with the new video camera comes a new problem.
If I zoom out eek gades you all can see how messy my room up here is. It is the catch all room unfortunately.
So I dove in and decided to clear out the closet. This is the closed where KRP tosses any and everything that she wants to hide (she is a pack rat). Then there was the pile of books – that one is on me. This whole brilliant idea of mine took all afternoon. And it is no where near completion.
One thing led to another – as it always seems to do and I have more piles than I started with! I move real slow and careful – call me snail. But seriously how can so much crap get piled up in such a tiny room?
I did find some old photos the one above is from the mid 80′s. Gosh I loved that bright orange Marin. And scary is: I still own the tee shirt!
I was excited to find this one as I thought I had lost all the pics of this particular motorcycle. It had straight pipes and was build to go. The 10 over front end made it high and I always planned on getting the neck racked but never did. It cut through the hills well though and the previous owner had chromed just about everything.
Well I have one box of e-waste to take to the dump, a bag of cardboard for the recycle can, and three piles of model building stuff, books, and junk to delve into – tomorrows another day – or maybe the next day . … as I am beat, pooped, falling asleep tired. I am so going to pay for this tomorrow.
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I feel your pain. Cleaning is a misery I ‘claim’ I cannot do anymore, but truth be told, I just cannot do it anywhere close to well, or, well saying that I’m very slow would be a compliment. So, I grovel in mess.
Junk? Honey, let me tell you about junk…