Now, this happens about once a year. I'll be doing laundry and suddenly I have sudsy water in the floor drain. I keep things away from there, and I have a guy I call, so no biggie. Except that every time he comes, and every time the sprinkler system guy comes, I have to haul all this stuff out of the way so they can get to the main line and the water valve.
This time, we could not remember which place the sewer guy usually runs through and decided to move a lot of stuff out of there. Some, had been designated giveaway--like all the trash bags I'm filling as I clear out my two things every day. (I had 3 bags of clothes/linens and 2 boxes of kitchen stuff/electronics.) Others, well...
So, I decided that I didn't want to move all that stuff and then put it back, so I moved it to the car. In went the end table we agreed to donate 2 years ago, that sat by the chest freezer gathering its own clutter. In went the typewriter that was supposed to go with the table, In went the area rug, that my husband wanted to get rid of, but I was hanging onto in case I wanted it again (you know what? If I want an area rug again, I probably wouldn't have wanted that one.) And in went several of the smaller things. And then, I drove to the donation center.
When I came back I realized I had forgotten all three bags of clothes, the box of shoes, and some of the kitchen stuff. In addition, I decided that it was pointless to keep the two HUGE suitcases that don't have wheels. I will never take them on a trip. And so Monday, I loaded my car (looked like I was moving out) with all that stuff, plus a third suitcase. and drove it over to the donation site. It made me a little sad. One of those suitcases was a graduation gift from my grandma. But I still have the useful overnight that came with it, and I still have my memories of how she said--you need these because you are going places!
The reason I am saying all this, isn't to prove that hey! I do get rid of stuff! No, I tell you all this because it helps you to understand when I say that now every time I go to the basement, I see gaps. I see big gaps where the end table was, and where the bags were. And I realize just how big my basement is when it isn't cluttered with crap. I still have things I have to move to get to the main line, but they are suitcases I actually use--and I have a place to move them to.
Everyone I told about this crazy project suggested that I'd feel relief to have these things gone. But I haven't really. That is until that last trip to the donation center. I really wish I had thought to take before and after pictures, because it is amazing.