If there was ever an organization I’d be more than willing to donate my time to if I didn’t have small children, it’d be this one. (It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gotten a job, paying or not, for the express purpose of learning some skill I wanted to learn.)
In any case, today I have found out two very important pieces of information:
- Where to take my old crappy paint (i.e., NOT to HfH)
- That Habitat for Humanity takes reasonably nice construction materials donations and they pick your stuff up
We moved into this house and the owner had left the paint and labeled it as to which room it belonged to, which was really nice, but it was 14-1/2 years old. There’s the ceramic tile they left, which I am not going to use; HfH says they don’t want outdated tile, but it’s so old it’s come back IN style now. There’re carpet remnants, too, of which I am not thrilled. (And even if I were, I daren’t do anything more than shampoo the carpets before my small wrecking crew has gone–preferably far away–to college.) And that’s not even to mention the vanity and shower door I pulled out of the bathroom.
Re bathroom: Demolition is going slowly. I got a Craftsman tool chest for, well, no particular holiday at all but I tell everybody it’s my Mother’s Day present. So I’ve been doing my next-to-favorite thing in the whole world: organizing and getting rid of crap. (I’ll let you figure out what my favorite thing in the whole world is because this is a family blog.) I find I really can’t work very well with an unorganized space biting at my heels. It screws up my Zen.
