We got an entertainment center this weekend. The teevee no longer sits on a coffee table that strains under the weight of a 52" monstrosity. (Yes, I absolutely realize the ridiculousness of having a 52" teevee in an RV. I like ridiculousness.) The new entertainment center has STORAGE. This means that some of Sunshine's stuffs and things are now hidden away in a nifty unit that was built to hide entertainment components but was too small to hold our satellite receiver/DVR unit. Oh, well, overall I would have to call it a great success.
As I started packing away all of Sunshine's piles of books and shit, I uncovered a whole pile of bits and bobs that I have been meaning to ship off to my craftiest friend, Tia. So, I put them all in a restaurant-sized frozen french-fry box and wrapped the box in a 50 pound Domino sugar bag from the same restaurant. Now, I just have to get off my ass and go to the post office, but the local post office closed almost an hour and a half ago (and it is only 3;30 in the afternoon as I write this).
I suppose this means that I will have to get off my ass tomorrow in the rain they say is coming and drive my ass to the UPS place somewhere nearby. Is there a UPS place nearby? I fucking hope so, I have some shoes to ship off to TerraCycle and an item to ship off for extended warranty claim. (Turns out that there is a UPS store not too far from me. WOOHOO!)
I am glad to get some more things and stuffs out of my
The good news is that Sunshine promises to get a fancy storage shed for our yard. The bad news? He refuses to do this until after he lays a flagstone patio, which he refuses to do until they come out and install the carport/roof/cover thing over the RV (and fuck if I know when that will happen--we only paid for the damn roof/carport/cover thing a week and a half ago).
The whole experience of getting the entertainment center installed inspired me to clean out the fridge. I won't go into details, but I will say that something should have inspired me to investigate those Rubbermaid containers quite some time ago. I have no idea why the hell there was peanut butter in a plastic container in our fridge, nor do I have any clue when it arrived there; needless to say, both the container and the peanut butter are long gone.
Slowly but surely, I continue to progress down the path of minimalism and intentional living. I am continuing to re-evaluate all my stuffs and things (I'm down to a frighteningly small number of pairs of shoes these days), and I am starting to think of my impact on the planet in other ways. I may never get as far down this path as I would like, but at least I am on the journey.