We have been working like draft animals for six days now, the final readying of mom's house before putting it on the market in April. Removing carpet and pad and the nasty nail strips, patching plaster, painting, painting, painting, scrubbing porch deck and railings and growing exhausted sorting and boxing the endless collections/piles/cupboards full of STUFF. My mother's collections. It's interesting, it's detailed and she never, ever tossed anything. Phew. We have been doing this for almost three years, surely we are almost done. This is the downslope, right? Sally lived here in spring '07 and culled and sorted and tossed; we held two gigando summer sales, one in '07 and one in '08, so where does this junk keep coming from? I feel my muscles and I feel tired and I realize that I should be home cleaning out my own interesting collections so that my children won't have to. Sheesh. At least I know when to throw away body parts that are not working or needed any longer, you just never know what's in a box/basket until you sort through it...
So, five more days and I am outta here. Can't wait to start digging again and tending the sprouts back home, building a new compost pile, planting more greens. I am really missing the smells of working the ground in spring and tiring of this big and sprawling metropolis. I miss knitting. A shout out to any friends who have read this far - I miss you!
We have been working like draft animals for six days now, the final readying of mom's house before putting it on the market in April. Removing carpet and pad and the nasty nail strips, patching plaster, painting, painting, painting, scrubbing porch deck and railings and growing exhausted sorting and boxing the endless collections/piles/cupboards full of STUFF. My mother's collections. It's interesting, it's detailed and she never, ever tossed anything. Phew. We have been doing this for almost three years, surely we are almost done. This is the downslope, right? Sally lived here in spring '07 and culled and sorted and tossed; we held two gigando summer sales, one in '07 and one in '08, so where does this junk keep coming from? I feel my muscles and I feel tired and I realize that I should be home cleaning out my own interesting collections so that my children won't have to. Sheesh. At least I know when to throw away body parts that are not working or needed any longer, you just never know what's in a box/basket until you sort through it...
So, five more days and I am outta here. Can't wait to start digging again and tending the sprouts back home, building a new compost pile, planting more greens. I am really missing the smells of working the ground in spring and tiring of this big and sprawling metropolis. I miss knitting. A shout out to any friends who have read this far - I miss you!
