Mine is called "Sorrow Mountain." It lives in a storage unit.
Sometimes, I call it the "Mount of Sorrows."
I also add adjectives: "The Mount of Many Sorrows" or the "Mount of Constant Sorrow." (Yes, as in this.)
The adjectives even get colorful from time to time: "The Fucking Mount of Sorrows."
Why do I call it "Sorrow Mountain"?
|Looking in with several items already pulled out.|
|The items that were pulled out.|
I spent yesterday afternoon there going through about the first third of the unit, trying to bring a bit of order to the process. I was also looking for three items that I really need for a display idea I have. One was right up front, but the other two were right smack dab in the middle of everything. Of course.
I also pulled, and forgot to photograph, a Mazda load and a half to take over to the booth. I've got lots of space opening up, so I figured I might as well fill it.
I was able to get everything put back in an order that will allow me to access a few loads for the next couple of weeks. I found a box of my booth dud books, three boxes of books that I was given that aren't my groove, a box of oddball records, and a box of VHS tapes (both left behind during the Dixie move out). I set them all aside together. They'll be heading to Half Price Books this weekend. I won't get a lot for them, but they'll be gone!
I also put aside in one bunch a couple of boxes of comics that need to be bagged and priced and a few bags and baskets of items that need to go home for sorting and then to the booth. They'll be this weekend's project.
Next to all these set asides, I set up a block of small furniture that is easy to grab and ready to go once I get a bit more free space at the booths. Once I've got all those things cleared out, I'll have a good-sized footprint opened up that will allow me to start sorting through the back of the unit. It was a good start, but only a start.
Oh lordy. What hath I wrought?
|This is the face of one who has traveled the Mount of Sorrows.|