Chicago is known for its
spindly back porches built out of lumber. Unfortunately, some of the suburban
yuppies who have moved into the city have mistaken them for the decks they
remember on mom and dad's split level. You put a dozen drunken low-level management
types out on one of those, and you can have yourself a disaster. They do
collapse. So when I noticed that my back porch quivered a bit when I took the
dogs out, I decided it was time to get rid of some of the crap I've been
storing out there. You see, when Mark orders things on line I bring the new
stuff in through the front door, then shove the older things out the back door
to make room. Sometimes I even cut out the middle part and carry his new thing
straight out to the back porch. Anyway, it is spring and I decided it was time
to do my spring cleaning. I've already schlepped about one quarter of the crap
on the porch down to the basement. Basically I'm making a new job for next
year, when I'll have to clean out the basement. I hope to get everything that
Mark doesn't use very often, off the porch by the end of the week. It'll make
Dennis from upstairs, me, and the dogs feel a bit more safe.
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| Before I started schlepping it down to the basement. |
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