The Basement

I spent the entire weekend in the basement, preparing it for the people that are supposed to come today, to clear it out. I wanted to make sure that I knew what was down there.. I ended up re-boxing a wide assortment of old antique glass, china, and such, that we had long ago carefully wrapped and stored in the basement - most of which will go back down in the basement once it is cleared out, cleaned up, and the walls and ceilings re-constructed. I found an old leather attache - which I think I had used for cover, when I was supposedly the Exec Editor of the Journal of Nuclear Medicine. It had a combination lock, and I thought I knew what the combination was, but only one side would open. So I pried it open with a large screw driver and, lo and behold, it held a screenplay, faux romance novel, and a good deal of poetry that I had thought was lost to all but the deepest recesses of my brain. I put together about 25 large plastic bags worth of trash, not to mention all of the furniture and equipment that will have to be removed, not to mention my 335 albums - the covers of which were soaked and are now moldy. I'll keep the 'platters': purchase new inner sleeves and special storage boxes, and I was thinking perhaps the cover art could be turned into a massive collage of sorts (if you have any ideas about that, let me know). I'm hoping that, in the end, the basement is livable, with a nice exercise area, a den for Patrick, and an area set aside for tools and repair work. It won't all come together until the summer, but if the insurance comes through it could be, as you used to say, scha-weet!

Sorry this was so straightforward, factual, and uninspired. I am sitting here waiting for the 'recovery specialists' to show up, and thought I would write. DF