Garage Sale And Other Stuff

I am beginning to see the bottom of the pit in the shed. I never thought that would happen. I have gone through all the fleeces and figured out which ones are coming with me. I have dug down through all the crap in the shed that is mine to deal with and I am done... at least with the shed. Now I am in a heap of a mess in the house. There's bags of fleece every where and I haven't even cleaned out the bedroom or the bathroom yet. My bedroom I have been working on the majority of it in the last few weeks. But slowly I am beginning to see that I am getting through it all... still there are heaps of things in here that will have to go.And the pile to be moved keeps getting higher and higher and higher... and more expensive. It worries me. There is far too much to be moved back to Nfld. I wish I could off load some of the stuff especially the antiques because half of them I will not get used again. They end up getting stored. There are a few of the antiques that I use but honestly there are a lot that I will not be using. So basically I will paying to haul that stuff across Canada for no real reason other than to preserve feathers that easily ruffle.

Still the garage sale was good. We sold tons of stuff and the things that went fastest were the furniture items.  All that's left of that stuff are a few shelves and a bureau and an old desk... the rest is kitchen stuff which never sells and a games table, an electric organ, skis,  skates, books, and some tooly kind of gadgets. For all intents and purposes we have gotten rid of a lot of stuff. Still I really wish that we could have gotten rid of more. But then Sir Arsewipe will have to get rid of it and honestly I am thinking that that's his problem.

I made a good bit of money... almost enough for a utility trailer for when I get to Nova Scotia. And Why do I want to do this?? I am hoping that I can buy a utility trailer when I get to Nova Scotia since I will need to haul stuff with me as I refuse to buy a van (hate vans). Instead I will probably buy a little SUV that seats five and then the dogs will go in the back of my vehicle and our luggage will go into the utility trailer. Then when I get to Nfld I can use the utility trailer for hauling our camping gear, the canoe, and the kayak. I have decided that just because I don't have a man in my life doesn't mean that I have to give up my life. No way Jose! So I will for all intents and purposes be glad of the few dollars I am making from this sale, since it will mean the difference between camping and canoeing or not.

Michael continues to be hateful and hurtful but I suppose I cannot expect him to be something he is not. He tries to hide his hurtfulness but in the end he is. Both girls get hurt by him regularly since he is as unreliable with them as he was to me when we were married. (Yes I realize we are still married but I don't think of us as married in the same sense.) He also says things that show he is the most insensitive scumball that ever walked. Daughter #2 told me he said something pretty insensitive on Facebook that hurt her and she had a bit of a texting war with him afterwards. But although I was so torn up a few days ago about leaving this life which for so long I thought was so good and true and real, I am beginning to realize that no it is not... he is not a family man... he is a single man with his nether regions foremost in his mind.

So I have two days left in this house. Wow... I am floored by how quickly a few days pass and suddenly you are faced with getting out... fast. There is not a lot left to do... but there is a lot left to do... if you get my drift.

Today is overcast and there is a lot of stuff out on the deck that shouldn't be caught in rain but it will have to stay there until we are ready to get it out of there. I once again have friends coming to help me with this pile of crap that I am trying to offload. And offload it I will. So.. it is now 7:30 a.m. and I had a decent night of sleep though I once again woke at 4 a.m. But I think my body is starting to get used to this brutal schedule. As long as I get 5 or 6 hours of sleep I seem to be emotionally in control... I do however, enjoy telling Sir Arsewipe to screw off... (only sometimes I tend to use worse language). It is funny how our relationship just keeps going down hill. But then what else do you expect when your husband has been cheating on you for so long and so absolutely and he seems to think that it was alright... ok... normal... and that it was my fault. Weird! What an a-hole.

Anyway, before this goes any further into a name calling fest I will head off and get some work done.

Onward and upward.