Not that kind, or that kind, either. Just some belongings that left the premises. Is it wrong for me to be so excited?
My son came by this morning with his strong, young friends and they took some stuff that had been stored here at the house. Bonus strong young friend activity: a stuffed chair came down from the upstairs. Not all the way out the door, but down the narrow stairway, anyway.
A pair of extremely sturdy and nice-looking dining chairs are at the curb AS I TYPE. (Update: an SUV is unloading its bowels onto our curb to make the chairs fit. This is not a swap! A Big Wheel is not a necessary trade ... Hey, lady, do NOT leave those children here!)
Our friend, Michelle, talked me into trying the attic project myself. She was tactful enough not to mention that I'm underemployed anyway, and may as well be doing something useful with my time. The wallpaper is about 60 years old - that shouldn't be a problem - and may or may not actually be part of the wallboard. I'll take that down in about 15 minutes. Then repair the walls: 20 minutes. Tape, prime and paint: 45 minutes. Yeah, this should be a breeze. I'll be done by beer time. I don't see how it could go wrong.