Caterwauling

I dragged a bunch of shit to the dumpster at the old abode today, as the lease is up Saturday and I have a gaggle of stuff to either haul or heave.

But what never fails to amaze me is that, within a half hour of burying my treasure inside of or behind said dumpster, the shit’s gone … or, at least, it’s been gone through.

On Sunday, I must’ve chucked four dozen VHS tapes from 1984 to 1994. And they hit the bottom of the dumpster with a nice crash. Well, an hour later, as I brought out another load of shit, a great deal of my tapes were sitting on the chairs and the telephone stand that I had brought out there earlier. This means that someone had to jump into the dumpster to find my goodies. Are they nutz?!?! Was that taping of “Dead Poets Society” and miscellaneous episodes of “Ally McBeal,” “Melrose Place,” “90210,” “Knots Landing” and the like really worth immersing oneself in a bin full of roaches and other multi-legged wonders?!?!

At any rate, I didn’t leave a lot of good stuff out tonight, but I’m sure it’ll have disappeared by the time I go back tomorrow.

But enough about my crotch. 😉

That’s how I describe Northern Virginia weather lately. It’s always overcast, of late, and it’s pointless to labor to wash one’s car when Mother Nature is gonna rag all over it for you.

Last night, I took Tiff to the Springfield area to pick up her temperamental but still beloved vehicle, and as I was a stone’s throw from the mall, I journeyed to Linens & Things and to Boutique Tarzhay for some household goodies. I was careful to only pick up the items I needed, which threw me into bankruptcy anyway. But I have Swiffer and trashcans and shelving and cat food, so life is grand.

This morning, I was in the mood for some toast. So I went ripping and tearing through multiple kitchen boxes, unpacking them as I went. The toaster was in the third box, but by then, I was tired and cranky and smellin’ kinda funky, so I showered and never did make that fucking toast. But Mom had sent a little loaf of her famous banana bread yesterday, and I happily had a slice on my way out the door.

I took the trash down to the sub-basement this morning — a scary voyage at best. I was greeted by the stench of unembalmed corpses and by a welcome wagon of waterbugs. Yeeaacccchh. The trash room also doubles as the laundry facility, but something tells me I will just have to keep buying more clothes so that I do not have to wash the old ones in that godforsaken pit.