Black out
Sunday, January 17, 2010
My mom and I are still sort of madly cleaning. There is a pile of stuff to take photos of, but it's hard to interrupt the flow. The laundry room is almost finished. Sorting the tool closet will be a whole job unto itself. There are little containers full of screws and nails and fasteners. Light bulbs. Sprays. Old tape. Looking for the charger for the hand held carpet cleaner. It's got to be in there somewhere. The only carpeting in our house is up a flight of stairs, and believe me, that carpet is ready for a wash. Found an old hot chocolate tin. And a New Year's Eve mask from 2000. Haven't worn it since. Someone else can hide their face.
