I cleaned out 95% of the stuff that was in the pantry and took everything to St Augustine's over in Tremont. Unlike most of the churches in my neck of the woods, this place always has people there. I can't tell who is a volunteer, who is homeless, and who actually works there, but it doesn't matter. One big family. I took food there yesterday and today clothes. In some way, I wish I could keep taking stuff, you know? Some guy named Virgil helped me unload today and I noticed that the garage/storage place is chock full of stuff. Mostly random pieces and parts and old, old furniture.
I think the funiture in the dining room might be worth some money. I have no idea what we paid for it. They're Mexican-style if that means anything. One piece is huge 6' armoire. One is a table and chair set. Heavy table. And one is a serving thingie. I have no affinity for them and I never use any of them. The cats love to sit on the chairs, so I definitely have to de-cat-hair the chairs at some point. There's also a full size bed upstairs too. I paid something like $500 or $600 for it at Unfinished Furniture. Yes, it's finished. I never liked the bed because it always squeaked. I quieted said squeak by using a roll of toilet paper as a sort of shock absorber. I'm not a mechanical-type, so I never experimented with various (read: elegant) ways to quiet this bed. Maybe some small piece of rubber? I like my cheap Ikea bed. That I paid $100 for at the Ikea in Pittsburgh. It feels like a futon more than anything else.
I told my brother that Watchmen sucked. I only made it through two of the three hours and ended up walking out. Worrying about the dogs was real, but the movie was really, really, really slow. And I never read the comic and couldn't keep up with the time periods (WWII, Vietnam, 1985). Since Jimmy has "plans," I probably won't see it again. Going to a movie is slightly more appealing than gaving a tooth filled.
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