Now we go get the truck at 3:00pm, and load stuff up to get out of here. It's going to be a long day... I posted for help on [BAF], but I don't think we're going to get that many people to show up.
I didn't expect to be this far behind though. There's nearly six years worth of effluvia in the garage, boxes upon boxes of miscellaeous paper, crap, junk mail, old magazines, work-related papers and newspapers from the boom time, when the economy was good and people could make a living. Sometimes it feels bizarrely post-apolcalyptic to look at all this stuff and the reminders of the late 90's. Kind of like a Mad Max or Zardoz feeling looking at the rampant, unbridled optimism of the dot-gone era. I'll be the first to say that the excesses got out of control and it wasn't sustainable, but the resulting mess we're in now is much further the other way, in a lot of ways. Especially for average guys like us that were just trying to make a living.
It's also pretty draining, sorting through the wreckage of one's own life. Old programs from Renfaires and Cons from years ago, old bank statements back when everyone had money (even me). Repair records and small bits of the original HawkMobile, before the accident last year. The Renfaire map from the last weekend at Black Point, 1998. Nugget and Velvet's old vet bills. I try to keep my composure, this time.
An archaeologist would find my house fascinating. And no, I don't mean in a few thousand years, I mean this afternoon. Maybe I could get them to help me move. I'd even let them watch my old videotapes from the 80's and 90's, I have boxes and boxes of them, without any labels. Beats me what's on them, but I'll bet there are some gems on there