Yay For Me

I'm a pretty happy chappy right about now. I've got the weekend off for the first time since May. Astute observers will be aware that I had a week off at the start of June, but as this involved attending a residential skool for uni (paid for upfront, Libertarians) this doesn't count, although sleeping in to 6 a.m. and knocking off at about 5p.m. nearly qualified it as a holiday.
I was planning on doing S.F.A. for the entire weekend, but apparently I am being head-hunted. A fella from further west rang up to offer me a job. Sounds like a pretty good deal, but it's way out in the boonies - even boonier than here. So, on Sunday morning I'm going to go and case the joint and see what I think. In the meantime, it's time to portabilise my life again. I don't go much on possession. I'm no dirty pinko commie bastard or peace, love and land rights for gay whales Grass Roots reading alternative type, either; I just don't seem to be the type to settle down and having to pack stuff up and unpack it shits me. Usually, I can be packed and gone within three hours of making the decision. Lately, however, I've acquired too much stuff. In cities or larger towns, what I would usually do is pack what I thought I needed (books, CD's and photo's, maybe clothes as well) and give the rest to Vinnies, with the proviso they pick it up.
I can't do that now, but. Firstly, the nearest Vinnies or Salvos is 140k's away and they just ain't gonna come. Second, there isn't anywhere else to replace the stuff I'd leave behind anywhere near where I'm probably going to go. However, it's time to put the lifestyle on a diet. I think tomorrow that I'll start at one end of the house and work my way to the other and get rid of anthing that I haven't used in some yet-to-be-set arbitrary time-period. Don't know what I'll do with the cast-offs, load the trailer and give them to the salvos I guess.