Today Doug from Absolute Vinyl came by to start on the basement with us. What a nice man.
Zeb and I had been feuding over digging into the basement and I had been giving him the silent treatment for the last 12 hours. The tension was pretty thick. Doug has seen this marital dynamic before and he treads lightly.
I honestly didn’t know how it was going to go. Zeb could call a full-stop if he wanted to so I tried to be proactive and get things started. There was a lot of hemming and hawing over the records, talk about wanting to keep a bunch of stuff, not having time, etc. I plowed forward and brought records up for Doug to look at. He quietly mouthed to me “How’s he doing?” when Zeb wasn’t looking.
Once we got going and established a system (I bring up the records, Doug pulls what he wants, Zeb reviews Doug’s selections and vetoes ones he wants to keep) Zeb started to perk up. He got into talking records with Doug and we cruised along beautifully. There wasn’t any way I was going to count all the records we pulled out, but Doug estimates that one linear foot of records equals about 70 discs. He filled his van with about 5 feet of records so we’ll call it 350 records. BOOYAH! And that doesn’t include the 10 feet of records we’re donating to the Whittier garage sale. I’ll count those later, when I get a clearer number.
AND I got him to take Zeb’s Klipsch Heresy 2 speakers with horn tweeters off our hands. Zeb never intended to use them, just to resell. With Doug’s 70/30 split for consignment (we get the 70) it was impossible to say no. I couldn’t talk him into any turntables this time around, but we estimate that it’s going to take another five sessions to get it all the way done. He probably won’t be back for at least a month or two.
The basement doesn’t look a whole lot different but they cleared a few shelves so I could move my linens to the basement rather than having them knock around the sunroom, and that makes me happy. I was getting tired of all the brothel jokes people made when they saw the mountain of towels and sheets stacked next to the Legos.
I have to hand it to Zeb, what he did was hard and he only did it because he loves me. Doug told me about worst case scenarios where a fed-up wife would hire a moving truck to haul all the records off while the husband was away. This wasn’t as bad as that. I don’t want to deprive him of the things he loves, I just want him to be a little discriminating.
The speakers are gone at least, although we couldn’t talk Doug into subwoofers, yet. Zeb wants to cherry pick some turntables before he lets them go. He’s still a little tight about the process.
Working in the sunroom. Doug is such a nice guy, he made the process much less painful that I had anticipated.
Doug fishing through albums.
Zeb is warming up to the process. I am so fortunate to be married to such a good sport.
The back of Doug’s van. He made me promise to not tell his wife.
With this mother haul and what we’re going to offload to the PTA sale, I’ll be at 3650 within a few days. But I’m not going to stop. You can see how much crap I have in this house, it’s staggering. But it’s the work I have chosen for myself and I hope to be a better person, living in a less crammed house, and feeling much better about life when it’s over.