
Our new basement is pretty typical for a 109-year-old basement, in that it has decades of ground-in dirt, and cobwebs to rival Torech Ungol. As of Friday, it also had dozens of assorted boxes, bins, and miscellany stacked haphazardly throughout, most exactly where the movers left 'em.
So, yesterday, I determined where we wanted the plastic shelves, cleared all the boxes out of that area, vacuumed the ceiling in that area to get rid of cobwebs, vacuumed the floor to get rid of stuff that had fallen off the ceiling, mopped the floor with something biocidal, waited for it to dry, set up the shelves, partly dismantled the shelves when I realized I'd mixed incompatible parts, reassembled the shelves, and moved many of the boxes onto the shelves. Over the next few months I plan to vacuum-and-mop the rest of the basement, too (probably starting with our tenants' laundry area), but as of today it's much improved.
Today, I had to take care of the basement at our old apartment, which was full of A) unused boxes, B) piles of plastic bags and random trash, and C) a lot of stuff we wanted to give away. Since tomorrow is recycling day in Medford, this was my last opportunity to get rid of the boxes greenly. So, I spent three hours breaking down cardboard, sorting plastic from paper, and hauling it all out to the curb. A few people visited to snarf items from our giveaway piles, and then at 2pm I hauled one truckful of the stuff to Goodwill. There's still another truckful, but that basement is a lot more presentable, too.
And I'm going to try to spend the next few days in non-basement places.