Discarded

dis·card

verb \dis-ˈkärd, ˈdis-ˌ\

It’s our street’s turn for council throw-out and I’ve been BUSY.

This is what my Sunday looked like …

(Trust me, you don’t want to see what it looked like around the corner.)

It was ACE.

No it wasn’t, it sucked. Especially since the rest of the family were gadding about on Cockatoo Island, checking out the Biennale, and I’m no longer part of such expeditions. But it does make me laugh and laugh to look at this photo of them voicing their protests – via placards they painted themselves – in this awesome interactive arty thing (especially when I hear other kiddies were writing “no more palm oil” on theirs) …

Anyways, back to my clean-out operation … standing on an overturned frisbee the dog had decided to use as a urinal wasn’t an especially high point either.

Throw-outs are not easy for someone like me, the hopeless hoarder. (Though I’m not on the scale of the famous hoarders at Bondi, who Husband tells me now have to sleep in a truck outside their house because there is too much junk inside!)

There are also my qualms of conscience about waste, as angsted over in Life Is Rubbish.

But I decided to be ruthless this time, as I’m determined to get the house ready for sale, just in case.

So our nature strip looks like this …

(Actually, there’s heaps more crap out there now, but I was too shagged to take another shot. AND it started pissing down with rain like nobody’s business.)

I can’t tell you how hard it was to throw away the youngest’s dolly stuff. Dolly stuff was such a big part of our lives not so long ago. (Click to read “Why Me Got No Dolly” for the lowdown)

Fingers crossed it’s all gone by the time she returns on Tuesday afternoon, just in case sentimentality rears its ugly head.

I also discovered Husband’s wedding ring during my ferretting. Geez, what do you do with THAT? And then there’s the whole “I wonder when he stopped wearing it …” pondering that goes on.

I threw away mouldy stuff from the laundry cupboard, garbage bags full of plastic crap the kids will never notice has gone, broken brooms, the crappy old desk from the study, a non-digital TV etc etc etc.

Don’t for a minute think that means the house is tidy. Sooooo far from it. I gave up on the endless task around 2.30pm and draped myself on the lounge with a stiff iced coffee.

Then I smartened myself up for dinner at Mr Wong with my sis. It was her Christmas gift to Husband and I. Since that wouldn’t quite work anymore, I figured the giver might as well enjoy it instead.

But that’s a story for tomorrow …

How was your weekend? 

Song of the day … Human League “Don’t you want me baby?”