Today I'm shopping for plastic bins, to organize the basement and garage further, and protect from the river-runs-through-it syndrome prevalent in days of rain. Our house is downhill from a street behind high above, and even the houses on either side are higher up. Despite a drainage system that is more complicated than L.A. freeways, at some point our property always says "I give up, hit me with your best shot", and the tiny puddles become streams, the streams become lakes. You get the picture. So, I must contain everything in plastic, bad for the environment, or have moldy relics that are unidentifyable to even an advanced archeologist.
When I will actually transfer said relics, well, who knows. But just having the bins sitting empty in the basement is comforting. It's a step - a small step for womankind, a giant leap for moi. I feel organized, just thinking about it. Now if I can just get in the car and get to the store.
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