G and I had help with the work in the basement yesterday.  The MIL’s neighbor came over with her three kids and a surprising amount of garbage went out the basement door.  I adore these people.  I do wish the MIL hadn’t been such a stick in the mud and had taken a chance on getting to know her neighbors, they would’ve been a great help to her.  I’m sure she’d be ready to kill me about now because I’ve allowed them to help clean things out of the house.

     Hey, I’m not proud and I’ll take any help I can get.  The entire project is an overwhelming task.  However, by day’s end we knew that the conclusion of the job was in sight and you wouldn’t believe what a relief that is for us.

     I do know that if it weren’t for G’s help, I’d still be struggling with the upstairs.  While working at the house on Sunday we were talking about how long we’ve known each other, thirty-eight years come September.  We’re closer than I ever was to most of my sisters—heck, I’ve been around her longer.  I met her soon after DH and I were married and moved into our house.

     My dog scared her and I went out to apologize for his bad manners.  We soon became good friends and the GSD learned he had to mind his manners around her because she no longer believed in his bluster at the fence.

     Another day at the MIL’s house and we’ve reached the front half of the basement on our cleanup.  We’re about two-thirds through that section now.  The part we dread is the last section where all the tools, wood my FIL had stashed for projects he never made, and jars of thirty some year old pickles reside.  EWWWW!

     Oh, yeah then there all the bottles of thirty-eight year old home-made wine we have to empty and toss away.  EWWWW again!  I have no idea how old the cans of beer are that are down there but Dad died in 1995 and Mom didn’t drink beer….

     The neighbor’s son loaded two PVC lounge chairs, one PVC table, and four PVC chairs into my car.  We then crammed two lounge chair cushions in along with several other items.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring the kid home with me to unload the car…. 

     All of the furniture was filthy from being stored for in the garage for years so after I got it into the yard I had to scrub it all.  It looks rather nice out in the yard.

     Something chewed through my modem’s power cord today.  To say that I was upset is an understatement.  Me panic?  Hell, yes!  I called my provider and told them my cord was shredded.  They are sending me a new modem, but the tech suggested I try Radio Shack for a power cord.

     I made a wild dash to the nearest Radio Shack and practically threw the cord at the poor clerk, “Do have one of these?  Please tell me yes.”

     He found one and I went home feeling happy until I tried to plug it into my modem—it didn’t fit!  I hopped into my car and returned to the store.  This time I took the modem with me.

     I breathed a sigh of relief when the clerk found the correct adapt a tip for my new power cord and had my modem up and running in no time.

     Don’t worry the dogs survived my tirade.  For once, it wasn’t one of them that caused the destruction.  It was the paper shredder.