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Jul. 24th, 2004 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlBookshelf: Empty.
Movie shelf: Empty.
Desk: Empty.
Shelving unit in bedroom: Empty.
Closet: Empty save for a suit and a couple of jackets.
Still to go:
Kitchen
Area under dining room table
Electronics and appliances
We have a lot of furniture between us. A queen-size bed with box spring, mattress and metal frame. Two desks, one wooden, one metal. One sofa, quite large. A dining room table with three leaves and eight or nine chairs. Two large rolling office chairs. A dresser. A metal bookcase. A small wooden bookcase. Two large wooden bookcases. A small TV stand. A torchiere. A coatrack. Two computers. A record rack (made for actual records), currently employed as a coffee table.
Already we've filled nine paper-cases and several smaller boxes, and we haven't touched the dishes yet, nor is Justin's room packed. My clothes are, though, except for the shoes.
I have a huge bag of stuff I'm donating to Goodwill, mostly because it doesn't fit. Pants that are two sizes too small - if, as I hope, I get that small again, I'll just buy new pants. I don't care. A cute little business suit that would look wonderful on a smaller person but which, on my largely rounded ass, turns almost pornographic in its shortness. Several button-front shirts that gap horribly over my boobs. May they benefit somebody somewhere.
We have to shift all this stuff using my Cherokee, Justin's F150, and Bob's-his-uncle's trailer (hopefully pulled behind another SUV, driven by Bob or by Justin's father, whom I cannot bring myself to call Bill). I don't know if it's going to happen. It might take two trips.
Movie shelf: Empty.
Desk: Empty.
Shelving unit in bedroom: Empty.
Closet: Empty save for a suit and a couple of jackets.
Still to go:
Kitchen
Area under dining room table
Electronics and appliances
We have a lot of furniture between us. A queen-size bed with box spring, mattress and metal frame. Two desks, one wooden, one metal. One sofa, quite large. A dining room table with three leaves and eight or nine chairs. Two large rolling office chairs. A dresser. A metal bookcase. A small wooden bookcase. Two large wooden bookcases. A small TV stand. A torchiere. A coatrack. Two computers. A record rack (made for actual records), currently employed as a coffee table.
Already we've filled nine paper-cases and several smaller boxes, and we haven't touched the dishes yet, nor is Justin's room packed. My clothes are, though, except for the shoes.
I have a huge bag of stuff I'm donating to Goodwill, mostly because it doesn't fit. Pants that are two sizes too small - if, as I hope, I get that small again, I'll just buy new pants. I don't care. A cute little business suit that would look wonderful on a smaller person but which, on my largely rounded ass, turns almost pornographic in its shortness. Several button-front shirts that gap horribly over my boobs. May they benefit somebody somewhere.
We have to shift all this stuff using my Cherokee, Justin's F150, and Bob's-his-uncle's trailer (hopefully pulled behind another SUV, driven by Bob or by Justin's father, whom I cannot bring myself to call Bill). I don't know if it's going to happen. It might take two trips.
