Flea Markets and Photographs

Sunday I went to the flea market. I left with 89 tins and came home with about 75. I also sold a couple of my friend Rose's vintage aprons, but nothing else. It seems that flea markets aren't working out so well for me. Someone suggested eBay, but I don't think I'm organized enough. The plan now is to have a yard sale so I'm working on setting a date. I have been sewing a lot this week, but unpacking will be in full swing next week.

Ree had some more success with photo entries at another fair, taking home some pretty ribbons. She has a couple of more fairs that we have the photos printed out already, then next year she might not decide to do any at all. It's been exciting to see her work in public and get feedback; the ribbons have just been a bonus.

Not much news to report on the kitties, except the usual cuteness and high energy. This morning I had to rush to the pet supply store because I ran out of dry food. Yesterday morning it seemed as if we had enough to last through this morning, but we didn't so I just gave them canned food this morning until I returned with a fresh bag of food. I brought back a couple of new toys from the sale bin so they are very happy now.

Looking for Homes for My Stuff

There's no way to know what's going to happen when I open up a box, even if I know what's in it. Everything needs a home, whether it's on a shelf, in a drawer, in the box to go to the flea market, in the recycling bin, to a friend or relative, in the trash, or off to be donated to the thrift shop. When I open the box I need to assess what's in there, and figure out how to get it out of the box. Since this blog is about unpacking the boxes, you may be wondering how it's going, or you may not really care, and just be awaiting news of the kittens' antics.

If you care about the boxes, let me tell you that this is a tedious process. Right now I can see dozens of video tapes on a shelf of a small bookcase. The bookcase isn't really the proper home, as this particular bookcase should be holding books, but there are clothes in a large armoire. True, the armoire was originally built for clothing, but in the last apartment it housed - you guessed it - most of the video tapes we own. Also it contained DVDs, audio tapes, and a few assorted items. The clothes in there now mostly come from my elderly friend. Some of them are vintage and my hope is that they will be sold at auction, or to a vintage shop. Some of them need to go to Rose, but her wardrobe at the nursing home is packed full.

This process is like playing one of those little plastic games that are usually used as party favors - the ones where there is one tile missing and you have to slide around the little pieces to solve the puzzle. So I'm just going to try to convince myself that all this angst over where to put things is just good exercise for my brain.

The apartment is getting better for the kitties, too. I don't worry so much now that they can no longer get into the chandelier. The piles are slowly getting smaller, and in a couple of months I will have to make good on that promise to get the cats a cat tree. I don't know how I'll get it home as the large ones are very heavy, but I will have to because they like to perch high up, especially Starkit. The picture of Jettkit that I have posted was taken by Ree. We have several memory cards and I cannot locate the picture that I took to post here. Sounds familiar.

Watch for flea market news. Since I first posted this I have found out that there is a flea market Sunday. I am signed up and will pack tomorrow.

Where I Go, Kitties Try to Go!

Wherever I go, kitties try to follow. Are they trying to help unpack, longing for my company, or just trying to find places to play?I know that Starkit gets lonely because if I want to get her out of a room I just have to close the door for a couple of minutes. When I open the door she is anxious to get out! It takes Jettkit much more than a couple of minutes to decide she wants out. She was just looking into the den because she knows I have been in there as recently as a few minutes ago and she wants in. As soon as she hears me open the door she will no do doubt come bounding back into the living room to see if she can make it into the den before I shut her out. I will try to keep her out because I am working on unpacking boxes in there today. Next post will include a better picture of Jettkit where she doesn't have her eyes half-closed.

It's too bad that it will be too wet to go to a flea market tomorrow as I have found more stuff that needs to be sold! I'm still looking for somewhere to go to soon. I'm also trying to figure out when I can have a yard sale. My last landlady wouldn't allow me to have one, but I will be allowed one here. I am thinking of holding it the first weekend of October so I can have a good spread.

Some things recently unpacked:

• A pile of Ree's comic books
• A few of her wildlife information cards
• Her set of "Weird'N Wild Creatures" cards (complete, I believe)
• Walkie-Talkies in need of new batteries
• Some belts & clothing from my 93 year old friend who is in a nursing home
• Some of her cheap costume jewelry
• A kid's size 6-8 Washington DC t-shirt from about 8-10 years ago
• Floppy disks with photos
• My matchbook collection, which I would sell except they take up little room & I don't think the market is strong enough for them right now
• Cord to plus Ree's cellphone into computer which is great because she has lots of pictures to upload to computer & music she wants to put on her phone
• Charger for my cellphone that my nursing home bound friend usually calls me on because my other number is long distance for her

Some things that found homes, even if temporary:

• 2 of 3 old fishing poles - the 2 bamboo ones have gone above a door; the 3rd has a reel & no good home yet
• Elfa drawers (some drawers put in drawer units already set up in Ree's room, some units set up in den, even if they go elsewhere eventually)

Flea Market was NOT Helpful

On Sunday morning I left my house with high hopes. I was going to unload most of the tins, and sell some of the other wares as well. It was to be decluttering heaven. Instead, the flea market was not helpful. Not only did I not make a profit, I came home with almost everything I set out with. You may be wondering how many tins I sold - twelve! Somehow, even though I sold those twelve I have more than I started with. My mother found some tins that my father had bought on eBay years ago, so I took some of those as well. I think that out of twelve tins, seven were one that my father purchased.

On top of not having a successful day, I came home to wild kitties. They are not used to being alone so long, and they don't particularly care for it. They are not allowed the run of the house when we are gone for more than an hour or two. As you may have imagined, they came bounding out, spending the next twenty minutes or so careening on slims paths between boxes. So I fed them their canned food which slowed them down for a few moments.

Hercules I Am Not!

Yesterday I made a potentially dangerous discovery lurking above eye level - a box. "A box," you might ask, "isn't what this is all about?" Yes, this blog is all how there are too many boxes because I am too much of a pack rat. This one box was scary because I had to reach above my head to get it, and, un-beknownst to me, it weighed about 30 pounds.


Who would do such a thing? Who would put a 30 pound box that high with a weakling and a child in a house? I don't know, but I have a likely suspect - one of the movers. I had some not-so-brilliant movers who may very well have put that box up high. I did have some other helpers, including some movers to finish the job when the first ones mucked up the packing of the storage units, but they didn't really bring more than a couple of things into the house. Not only was it too high for a heavy item, since there were many light tins on the bottom shelves, heavy things should have been put on the bottom shelves or on the floor. This should have been a no-brainer.


My advice to anyone planning on hiring some not-so-brilliant movers - don't! My advice to not-so-brilliant movers - wise up and don't put heavy items high up where people can get hurt getting them. Just imagine what would have happened if little kittens had been lurking when the darn container of doom dropped to dining room floor! If I had not been careful, this could have turned into "Disaster in the Dining Room", and made this a gloomy post that even Hercules wouldn't be able to fix.

• Flea Market Report: I have more than 4 boxes full of tins for Sunday
• Found: most of my silverware and my large frying pan
• Unpacked: a box of books, kitchen items
• Nearly Full: the Elfa shelves
• Still Curious: Starkit and Jettkit

Back to Business!

It's been quite a few days since I posted. The heat was terrible last week. Even though I don't think it hit 90 degrees, it was miserably humid. One night I had gotten enough windows open and had the place almost cooled off when a familiar smell wafted through the windows - skunk!

I took my younger daughter to a model horse competition last Saturday - a two hour drive stretched to more than three in a traffic jam on the way out, and since there was other stuff going on the same day we didn't get home to long after midnight. It does seem lengthy to keep saying my younger daughter so I will give her a name - Ree. It's not her real name, but a nickname she likes.

The kitties are well. They are the only ones enjoying the boxes. When we finish unpacking we will have to buy one of those big cat towers; it's too bad that they are so expensive. It's not enough that they eat one of the most expensive kitten foods around - Wellness - and that they have one of the most expensive litters on the planet - Kitten Attract - we will have to get them an expensive tower. I guess the food is a good investment as they are healthy and growing well. The kitty litter is worth every penny because one of the kitties confused the bathtub with the litter box for a couple of weeks. She uses the litter box now, but we keep the bathroom door closed so she doesn't get confused again.

As to the unpacking, perhaps your interested? Slow and tedious, due to the heat last week, the long, long drive, and just generally being busy. Yesterday I started going through all the tins that are out on the Elfa shelves that are supposed to hold craft items. I am taking some to the flea market, I have put some small ones inside others, and put things in some others. As I make room on the shelves I put boxes of craft items up there. I can make a lot of room this way; I have a large collection of tins.

It's going to be very hot today, but we have some new fans so I will do my best to work on unpacking today. I have to get to the flea market Sunday, because the drive Saturday killed the whole idea of getting up at 5:30 AM the next morning and getting on the road by 6:15.

Where Did Monday Go?

I woke up early because I had to go somewhere. I thought I would be back early enough to do a lot of unpacking. Boy, was I ever wrong! One errand turned into several, and a couple of those were at least three hours long. I came back a couple of times during the day, mostly to marvel at the kittens' energy levels.

I'm not sure what the kitties did for entertainment while they were alone, but tonight they have been wild. They have been running, wrestling, running, wresting, and sneaking into rooms they are not invited into as soon as doors are open a crack.

• Unpacked: not much! Not even the "Baking Essentials" box
• Unpacked: a bag of my younger daughter's books, a crate of tins, separated into keep and sell, some of my younger daughter's accessories & a pair of shorts I was wondering about
• Unleashed: kitten power

Where Were the Torrential Downpours?

Today I spent more time trying to declutter the photo files on my computer than anything else. I know that I was supposed to be decluttering my house by selling items at the flea market, and I did drive there with that intent. But, the weather report called for a terrible storm, and it was raining pretty badly when my mother and I arrived. We nearly stayed, and we are now paid for next week.

After giving up on the flea market, we went to Walmart, and had coffee and breakfast at Subway which I didn't even know had such things. I had a hard time not filling the shopping cart - I just got a couple of more SD memory cards for the camera, a pair of pants for my elderly friend who is in a nursing home, cereal and juice.

• Unpacked: a box of spices and other assorted stuff, including some tubes of frosting which I discarded because I don't know how many years old they were
• A bag of towels which my mother had taken to her house to wash when we were moving, and which I was curious as to their whereabouts
• Found: a box marked "Baking Essentials" which the movers never considered putting in the kitchen, and which will be the first box unpacked tomorrow
• Brought back: my big recycling bin from my mother's back yard, which I started filling with paper and boxes
• Well-behaved today: two kitties, unless they've done something I haven't yet discovered
• Never arrived: the big storm!

Some Success Today!

Today was better than yesterday as far as getting boxes unpacked. I completely emptied a couple of boxes, and partially emptied more so that I could consolidate some items. The kitties have been having fun, and my little black tiger (yes, black tiger) got shut in the den for about an hour today. She knows how to find the darkest shadows.

Whoops! I just heard boxes go tumbling in the dining room. This can't be good.

Luckily the kitties are okay, and the stuff is as well, although now I have another box that's a jumble inside. Back to today's unpacking....

• Found: a couple of boxes of my younger daughter's model horses, model horse accessories and stuffed horses (amazingly bringing a smile to her face)
• Unpacked: some tins, an odd assortment of comic books, & small vintage items
• Unpacked: a pair of pants & a t-shirt that should have been in the laundry long ago
• Unpacked: videos & controversy as my younger daughter resists selling anything
• Packed: tins to sell at the flea market tomorrow, although I had to take out a couple when I found them on eBay for a lot of money ($43.99 for one of them)
• Packed: my car for the flea market, mostly with stuff I have in my mother's garage

It's late; time to hit the hay!