The boxes of vinyl records are kept company with boxes of magazines. I also purged those before the move - probably 90% of them which was easier than I thought it would be. Didn't get a penny for them, although a woman who is in the biz took most of them so hopefully she will get some cash. Even with the remaining 10%, I have more to read than I have years left in my life. I was doing a little exploring on the internet, and I saw that some of the classic "Men's Magazines" (I will call them) that I have were being sold on a site for really good money. I have to figure out a way to do that. The "Men's Magazines" I do have are would appeal to a subculture of a subculture, so there is a limited audience out there. Maybe I'd better just recycle.
Most of the books are on our shelves, but I've yet to go through and get them in some kind of order, and now they have a good nine months of fresh dust on them. The CDs are in even less order. You have to climb over boxes to get to most of them, and then you don't know what you are going to grab. Yep, gotta get rid of those boxes.
Papa Seed and I went to watch Mancub wrestle this morning. It was a tournament which meant four mats of wrestling and a gym full of boy stank. Sadly, Mancub didn't win his matches, but he held his own for a good long time. We did a few errands while we were out - getting coffee & bananas and picking up pants I had altered. I've never had pants altered before, but because I'm part of a subculture of a subculture, in this case having to do with weight and total lack of fashion sense and access to clothes that fit, I had no choice. I'm going out to a "nice" dinner for my birthday on Monday. I can't wear jeans my entire life, although I can. I just shouldn't.
Papa Seed who had to get up early to get Mancub to the tournament came home and crashed.
I knew I should have taken the dogs for a walk, but it was so darn cold out there and I was putting off all kinds of important things so they had to get in line. Papa Seed took them when he woke up. I will take them in the morning.
I have to find my passport. I'll probably get sidetracked and start pulling off more books from the shelves that I want to take on my trip, but I have to find my passport. I emailed the folks at the place I'm going to be staying with my neurotic list of panic-induced questions. They will have coffee. That was the most important thing. I have to bring a dock for my iPod. That was the second most important thing. They said I'll be able to find food, but I should bring energy bars because you can't find those so easily. Unless I've been kept in the dark and they have stopped selling chicharrones in Mexico, I won't be needing no stinkin' energy bars. I have to find my passport.