The Dank, Dark Scary Place

My mom has a b-day coming up soon. Most people that know of my situation know that I have been mooching off of her for the past few months as I struggle to make nearly no money doing a job I both love and hate while concurrently working on a project that I completely hate that makes me no money (thesis). My rent is going to be paid in manual labor (because I, sadly, have nothing else to offer). I'm not sure when I will pay this debt but I'm thinking there will be a very busy and laborious week sometime this summer... the deal was painting a ceiling per month or other jobs which are to be negotiated at the time payment comes due.

One of the ideas I had to work off my debt was to clean out the basement. This is a very nasty area of the house that my mom has been ignoring for some time. At some point, my brother went about the task of ripping down this hideous panel walling that had been put in years and years ago. Unfortunately, as is my brother's habit, the job was left half done. There are wall pieces still up, a table saw in the basement, the nasty water-damaged cabinets (flood in the basement many, many years ago), along with other random items that should be tossed to the curb.

So, with the help of my sibs (should be four of us total), tonight we are going to get the place cleared out... happy birthday mom. This will require lots of cleaning, hauling, and demolishing. Should be completely, totally nasty. I plan to wear full coverage clothing along with two bandanas - one for my hair and one for my face. Ugh.

Wouldn't have thought of this project but yesterday my mom suggested hiring me to do laudry because the place is so gross she doesn't even want to go downstairs to use the washing machine. Clearly, an intervention is necessary. I'll blog about the results, the nastiness encountered, and the response received later.

Wish us luck that we return from the dank, dark scary place called my mom's basement on this mission of rescue...