It's astonishing what happens when I go to work.
First I cut up that awful rug and rolled it and taped the rolls. I've made a trip to landfill with those and the truck jack that was broken and I had permission to dispose of (heavy) and the big metal hose kettle that somebody gave DH and he was going to hang in a tree for birds to nest.
Rusty inside and bottom rusted through and would be hot (think cooked eggs or birds, yuck). Took it all down and the nice attendant there helped me back into the stall and pulled the rugs out and threw in the big bins for me. I grabbed the metal stuff myself and chucked them over to the big metal recycling piles.
Yahoo!
Swept the floor in the living room again. Put the carpet from the corner of the master bedroom out there. It was only in the corner of the bedroom because we had nowhere else to put it.
2 garbage bins in the garage now back outside in their spot. All that work is done.
I drove by the library and put my book in the collection bin. They are painting that building and no cars are parking in the lot outside. I didn't stop inside but have nothing to read. I did find a book on my shelf I might read.
Must take a rest now, my arms are tired from the rug work.