Here's the thing about teenagers. They sleep a lot. They eat a lot. Then they sleep some more. So even after a two day break for the holiday I can't say the Denizen of this room was anxious to get back to our little project. She got up around lunchtime, then needed time for breakfast, and to get dressed. Not long after that she asked about lunch.
So no work of substance was really begun until 2:30 in the afternoon. She was picking up around the south wall, but I thought it was time to attack the closet to the north. We've got another trash bag nearly full, and while the laundry is slowing down in her room, it has all migrated to the basement where our cats feel it will do the most good.
Our upstairs hallway is a balcony that is cantilevered over the ground floor, and on the most cantilevered part is a row of bookshelves that are piled a bit higher than the railing, making for an occasional rain of literature downstairs. So far I have managed to consolidate enough to almost empty two shelves. That is necessary, because the books have been propagating in the closet where no human could possibly get far enough in to interrupt their romantic activities.
And when I say 'empty' it is just a figure of speech. Those shelves are fit to burst and can give the Leaning Tower Of Piza a run for its money as a teetering tourist attraction.
I don't know if we will lose the balcony from the sheer weight of tons of solid paper, but at least we are getting piles of books out of that room!
Well, a small pile. We had to leave at 5pm, and with other chores cleaning up after the holiday I can't say this was a red letter day for room cleaning.
Still no iPod, though I have found the little white insert you need to insert the iPod into a device with a cradle (that we don't have and are unlikely to aquire).