Friday’s rain was a welcome relief to both drought and heat since the front also brought cooler temps too. So yesterday morning we faced cleaning the attic over the garage. DH had been begging me to “release” some of the thing stored there. Frankly, I reminded him that he had two buildings on the property full of “stuff”, but he assured me all that was of vital importance!
So we dragged down toys, high chairs, baby bed, boxes of fruit jars, old suitcases, saved carpet pieces, wall paper rolls, paint buckets, movie projectors and more. I know most was not worth money, but the items were loaded with memories. I have diminished the stash periodically over the years, but now it was time to relinquish it all. I shut my eyes and did it.
We have buried four people in the last seven months. We have helped move a household, helped another settle downsize a widow’s home, and all this after closing a farm house only months ago and also watching people lose every stick of their possessions in a tornado. How does one walk away from all these life items? But I thought about how it felt to rummage in the ashes of my mom’s burned house trying to figure out what had been what and where. I thought of my own children going through an attic of things wondering WHY we never turned loose of things.
I weed the house routinely, but still closets are full. I know I must dig deeper and release more. But yesterday we dug deep into the attic. Only half the fruit jars and the baby bed remain. The trash men are going to gasp when they arrive in the morning. I gave in on everything but the baby bed. Alas, it too will go but when and how? No one wants it, but when I look at the bed I see my parents as young marrieds with no money, but they sweat out pennies to buy this brand new baby bed for a brand new baby. It was a small fortune for them as it was large enough to use as a youth bed as well as for a new born. Three daughters slept in that bed; two grandsons grew in that bed. But no one wants it now…it is sad to me.
After a long and dirty day yesterday, I got up to a beautiful morning. Dog and I bundled in flannel robe and made sure we had a heavy cozy for the tea pot as it was 55 chilly degrees on the deck. The air was also damp enough my book pages began to go limp. But book and reader hung in there, not sparing a minute of morning's beauty. Eventually breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and jam increased the joy of morning. The skies are now a shade of sapphire dotted with an occasional splat of cottony cloud and makes for a perfect reading day. Tomorrow we can work again, but today it is book and tea time all day long outside!