I made it out alive! I know I’m being overly dramatic, but to say I dislike our old farmhouse basement would be an understatement. Because I dislike it so much, whenever I have to go down to put something away I basically close my eyes and throw it. Seriously . . . I’m not kidding.
Before . . .
I have felt for some time that the basement is messing with the “Chi” of the house (Chi is the fundamental life force that flows through all and everything). I decided today was the day. So I donned my hardhat and steel toed boots and made my way down to the basement.
During . . .
As I waded through the piles of stuff on the floor, I felt overwhelm and panic setting in. Where on earth do I start?! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Just start where you are” came the voice inside my head. So, looking down, I started where I was.
After . . . Phase I complete.
I’m happy (and relieved) to say that after three hours I managed to get everything up off the floor and most of it into bins. Phase I is complete. Now the job is to go through each of those bins and get rid of what we no longer need or want. This is a task to be completed with Brian. My plan for the next several weekends is for each of us to take a bin, go through it sorting, organizing and trashing (Phase II).
Once Phase II is complete we’ll give the basement a good top to bottom dusting of cobwebs and creepy crawlies and vacuum with the Shop Vac. Then Brian can move into Phase III, building shelves for storage. After that, I’ll finish up with Phase IV. Buying more bins so that everything has a safe, dry home in wonky old farmhouse basement.
Until next time . . .