After a few days of dedicated excavating, I’ve cleared a space in the studio to put filled boxes. Granted, much of the space was gained at the expense of filling in the centre part that I’d cleared previously, but there it is. I managed to fill two recycling bags and a large orange garbage bag in the process, so I’m counting it as overall progress, even though it looks much worse than it did, and I can no longer get to my computer. That, too, will change. By my calculations, I have enough space for 36 boxes at the moment. Hopefully that will increase as stuff gets moved and relocated.
The space immediately after being cleared:
The space with its first selection of boxes:
For anyone who’s curious, I can stack the boxes 9 high if I stretch and don’t put anything too heavy on the top.
Another excavation, another happy discovery. This time it’s pictures of my dog, Bud, whom I got from the SPCA only a few months after moving in.
Here he is at my parents’ place in February of 1993. They used to put peanut butter on the trunk of their weeping birch for the birds, but they hadn’t quite calculated on the sneakiness of a certain Airedale / Border Collie cross….
Sneaky Bud – February 1993
Happy Bud – February 1993
Intrepid Bud – February 1993
In an attempt to combat inertia, frustration, and generally feeling like crap about the non-progress on my house, I decided to set myself a challenge. No matter how long it takes, with no limits as to which room, or rooms, I tackle, I will fill five bankers’ boxes with stuff.
Here are the boxes, all built and ready to go:
And, an hour and a half later, here are the Filled Five (just to prove that I didn’t simply move the empty boxes and take another picture):
The stuff comes from the kitchen, the living room, the studio, the hallway, you name it! I was getting a bit twitchy by the last box but it’s done! Special thanks to JD for his patience and for various salon services (combing and nails) provided to the dogs during the boxing. And apologies for the hair shirt that resulted. 
