DJ
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Post by DJ on Feb 18, 2008 16:57:50 GMT -5
Hope twisted the knob on the feed room door. She stuck her tongue out and crinkled her nose not looking forward to the monthly cleaning.
Hope ran through the list in her mind and decided she'd have to do it whether it was now or later. It'd still need to get done.
Starting, Hope dragged out the bins of feed placing them in the aisle close to the wall, not allowing them to get in the way of the doors of the indoor, so horses were still able to get in and out.
She began carrying out all of the supplement containers and piling them on top of the grain bins.
Starting from the ceiling, Hope began sweeping the dust off of the walls and into a pile on the floor. She tossed the dirt from a dustpan into the trash and took the utility vacuum which sucked the extra dust caught in the corners and other hard to reach places.
She put the broom and vacuum back and began sliding bins back into the room, keeping the empty ones out able to be scrubbed and recycled.
With the placement and less containers, bins were easily accessible and conveniently placed.
Hope re-organized the supplements by type and check the dates on them all, even though they didn't expire for a few months and they would easily be used up by then.
"There," She told herself after completing the task.
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