It has begun
The giant orange rolloff dumpster arrived yesterday morning. We had them place it in the yard right where the two dying trees used to be. I love to say that we had planning and foresight to purposely cut down those dangerous trees last week to make way for the dumpster, but the truth is that it just worked out that way. Maybe it was divine intervention that caused Rob to suddenly decide to call a tree guy last Monday because we couldn't have asked for a better place to set this monster.
Here's a few pictures to show how big this thing is:




I decided we needed to have a little ceremony to kick this off so Rob tore up part of the dining room bar and we walked out to the dumpster with our first offering of debris. I did a little drum roll at the opening of the dumpster with a piece of molding and then the processional music for the walk to the back of it was provided by a ring tone from Rob's cell phone. After a short prayer to the remodeling gods, we retired back to the house for post-ceremony drinks and dinner. Today we will attempt to clean off all the junk that's accumulated on the bar surface over the last few months (it's a catch-all place for stuff) and empty out the upper cabinet of china and other assorted things that haven't seen the light of day in ten years. I know we'll be keeping the china, but I hope the rest of it can go in the dumpster because I have no idea where we'd put any of it. Nothing in that cabinet has been used in years and years so it's certainly not anything we "need". "Want" may be a different story. That's going to be the hard part.