We're getting new floors installed in the second floor of the house next week while we're on vacation, so we spent all day yesterday hauling stuff down to the first floor. It was pretty miserable work, but at least it forced me to do some organizing. I came away with three contractor bags worth of things I no longer need (if I ever did) and that's not even counting the mound of clothes that need to be evaluated for possible donation. I found the first chapter of the novel that I was writing during the 90s (probably all that survived those tumultuous times) and a ton of floppy disks which I'll have to scour just in case there's anything interested saved to them.
There's still a lot of work to do, but we definitely made a sizable dent. The biggest job remaining will be the deconstruction of three big Ikea wardrobes. (A lot of South Philly homes are essentially closetless.) I'm pretty convinced they won't survive the process, as they almost tore themselves apart while I was building them, but I'm willing to give it the old college try.
