Minimal plumbing work this weekend, only replaced one valve cartridge and repaired another. I have to make and install a backing surface behind the escutcheons to hide the ugly broken-ass holes behind them.
Much more packing this weekend, and three 700-800 pound trips to the dump using nephew's 1973 F-350. This last week has had record breaking heat. Never before has the Seattle area had two days in a row of 80 degrees or higher, this week we had three or four. And highs nearly 90 degrees.
The day I have to carry trash to the truck--steady rain, except when it was hailing. Thanks.
Anyhow, I have a LOT more yard now, and importantly, more space. Including mental space. Seeing that mountain of trash bags and yard waste and fucking junk really blocked my ability to see beyond it. I'm relieved to be able to *see* the next phase of work.
Which really is getting lined up with a storage unit outfit. I have many many boxes of belongings that B has boxed for me. Those neat-ish stacks have got to go.i
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