Friday, January 22, 2010

Rocking Through January

I've been clearing out some main floor living space but haven't given a whole lot of thought to the book situation and what that may mean as I tend to think of books like being wallpaper, only nicer. However, all music, anatomy and dog training books are now tidily taking up floor space at Violinist's house...bags and bags of it. I spared him the remains of old dinner the now deceased Sandra never got to enjoy.

From Buff's room I removed five garbage bags of assorted junk. Mostly fished out from beneath his bed. I left an L.E.D. undercar kit, bearing and seal kit and inexplicable Elvis album propped against the wall - the real vinyl kind of Elvis. It was mine. Why Buff has it is the inexplicable part. I reserve the right to not explain why I owned it.

"It's going to stay this way. Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. It'll stay this way. But, Mom there's a lot of junk under the bed."
"Is there?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Let's have a look."
"No. Mom. Really, it's pretty bad."
"Where'd it all go? Where's all my stuff!"
"Look, don't complain. You just finished calling your stuff - junk. I left you Elvis and the tacky body building posters. And I only hauled the muffler out to the Shop from Hell. Did you know there were antlers under there? And a FOG MACHINE!"
"I don't know anything about a fog machine. It's not mine! Honest."

Fun's room is next.
Please pray for me.

(The illustration is, I think, from an ancient homemaking book - I can't remember - still thinking about Sandra's leftovers.)

8 comments:

Patricia said...

My youngest boys have been married for almost 5 years and I am STILL in the process of cleaning out the "boys' room". For a while, I wouldn't let them leave the house without taking at least one bag/box of their stuff with them. I never told them what went in the garbage and they don't seem to have missed anything.

Let us know when you make your way out of Fun's room. In the meantime, I'm praying. =)

Leila said...

No one tells us that this process will have to happen, and for some reason we don't remember when it happened and we were the perpetrators.

I'm realizing that my big house is, at this point, a storage facility for some folks who have moved on!

They are always arriving by plane, so no room for "just one box"...bad bad children!

At least no one here ever thought of having a monster for a pet!

Mental P Mama said...

I need to go do that!

hatjunkie said...

I have been in a similar mode only it's a five year old boy's version of stuff, I see I have a lifetime of this in front of me.

Adeena said...

Sandra's leftovers?!?? *shudder, shudder, shudder!!*

We already are dealing with the same thing with our three little men... but a fog machine? Really? And... Elvis?? I find that hilarious. :D (My dh has a real hate on for all things Elvis. ;)

Jeanne said...

Love and hugs to you

Martine said...

Thank you for laugh, just the inspiration I need to tackle my son's room. I am learning that Lego, odd puzzle pieces and dirty laundry can multiply in the dark. It is the only explanation I have. I am sure that fog machines and food science experiments are in my future too.

Scriptor Senex said...

I'm still not at stage one - I can't get rid of the youngster! I'll happily put up with the junk if I can only get the junk-maker out...