Sunday, February 13, 2022

Alrighty?

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I pulled too much hamburger out!  I thought one pack was ground pork.  But, that is fine.  I fried it all up, before it went bad.  Spicing it well, which not only makes it taste better, but also helps it keep longer.  Sam got some raw and some cooked.  She... wants what papa eats, and she knows what I eat.  Even if she doesn't really like it, she wants her share... and usually gets it... little snipe!

Anyway, I had some of that myself.  It is about time to get going.  Work.  How many boxes can Doom really get from upstairs to downstairs, then out to the dumpster, in one event?  In one day?  I'll find out shortly.  Yes, I... am afraid.  Then again, it might be a good day.  The wind might be just so in my sails.  And I might get some, many, maybe all of them?  Who knows.  

How many boxes are there, how much do they weigh?  Well, I would guess anywhere from fifteen to forty.  Some are very light, some are books and/or paper.  Paper, in folders, can weigh quite a lot.  Take ten skeins (is it?) of paper, or thirty, and you have a pretty penny of weight.

Anyway... that is the goal.  Oh, and I'll take one of the larger trash cans for upstairs.  Bagged and ready.  Hmm... I might take a few more bags, just put them under the main bag.  I doubt if I will need them, but better to have them then to have to fetch... which generally means I finish later.  The stairs, these days, tire me.  Even going down!  Ugh.  Fucking aging!  Well, fucking bad heart too!  Gah.

Wish me luck.  If you want, take bets on the number of boxes, or guesses.  Whoever is closest to the exact number of boxes wins the internet!  And an invisible box of chocolates.  Plus everything in my account.  Except... it stays in my account, and I spend it for you, on me, as I see fit.  Stupid games, stupid prizes?  :)

I best get to it.  I'm... afraid to start.  Afraid I'll stroke out, have a heart attack, fail miserably, or even get them all.  Sometimes I do either of those latter, without any good reason or to any right rhyme.  Yea, I'll start in.  Good afternoon and day.

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