Tuesday, July 12, 2022


Got a minute? Well, July is nearly half gone! I'm not sure where the slow down button is any more.  What kinds of things filled up your holiday for the 4th? Once again, it wasn't really very impressive here.  We had a good day, of course.  Fried chicken, salad, and all the red, white, and blue. But it didn't compare with the "days of old." 

I've been motoring through the myriad of boxes and totes.  Oh, my goodness! I know the world is so sick of hearing that.  I have a new plan.. My friend who comes about once a month to haul things... he brings up 10 to 15 boxes (hampers, totes, etc) and fills the little landing from the lower room.  From there,  I have set it upon my heart to deal with every little thing.  I find a place for it... or list it or.... it's gone to donations ...or it find itself in "stuff Heaven"... 
I've listed on local Swapshops and Etsy and Ebay... Rather successfully at times. My goal is to "take the hill." That is... to reclaim that room as part of the land of living. 
I have listed the little short story I wrote for my son. It's about his grandfather as a little boy...  I thought it was appropriate to list it Monday because that would have been my dad's 98th birthday.  
[Not mine... but maybe next year] 

I am a vanity press published author.... what a name!  Via Snapfish...  My Etsy Shop is rather challenging... with the mailing and calculating.... but it's fun.  Sometimes I am amazed at how wise my parents were and what good advice they gave me (whether I followed it or not is another tale, but we all know the answer!) But sometimes I'd like to smack my mother with a shoe!!! Each time I slide in a tote, I'm filled with wonder about what mystery contents I'll greet inside ... but I open it to find it filled to the rim with dolls and doll clothes... and eerie human hair doll wigs, and more! Lol... oh, just a little soft smack with a houseslipper type shoe.. 
[My grandmother doing handwork by the Lake of the Ozarks]
No more holidays until Fall! Labor Day is also right around my son's birthday, and I'm already geared up for Autumn by then.  I have to start some big dental work in August... ugh! 

Whisper to the Summer nights... Enjoy!


Miss Merry said...

I still had boxes of my mother's items when my father died. I listed the condo in a slow housing market, but it sold instantly (way under asking, but I had to factor a mortgage, utilities, condo fee and a 20 year old furnace). Then I discovered my mom had put all the boxes from my grandmother's house in it's attic.

My friend says people are either "pitchers" or "savers". I come from a long line of savers. Which is so much more polite than hoarders. We moved it all to my garage and a newly constructed room, which 10 years later, is still just drywalled.

It's so hard. So many memories. And most boxes were a collection of outdated coupons, miscellaneous mail, and hidden treasures ( a tin type of my grandfather from 1899. I finally made it my goal to consolidate. I would start with five boxes. Spend the afternoon looking at every scrap and hopefully repack in 3-4 boxes. It took a long time, but I did it. It is so hard. A recent parting was a box of stained aprons that was paired down from 3 boxes of stained aprons. So threadbare, they were useless even for scraps. But I could remember gramma and mom wearing them.

Good luck and prayers.

Jenny the Pirate said...

UGH to the dental work but YAY for you, cleaning out that room. I know how hard that is to do. So hard in fact, that I never do it! Haahahaa stay cool my friend! xoxo