Auf Wiederzehn, good bye. That old song from The Sound of Music is choking me up today as I let memorable things go. They’re going to those in need, but in order to live here without a garage or significant storage space, we had to lose them.
And there’s more. Hubby wants his physics notebooks shredded and I’ll wait on that one because I think he’ll want to store that mass of knowledge. I’ve more books and clothing but gave away a lot of duplicate kitchen stuff today (box graters, salad bowls).
As one ages and tries not to hoard, it is painful to see things go that mean something to us. But we just can’t be mobile if these things we haven’t seen for 3-20 years are weighing us down. It’s as simple as shirts that are clean and have been hanging in storage for three years should be given to a legitimate non-profit organization that helps large tall men get a job!
Womens’ clothing is different. Even though I buy classic clothing, stuff I wore 15 years ago is hopelessly out of date and it would cost a fortune to dryclean it to have a non-profit sell it for $2 apiece.
We’re working on it. Trying to make a home of a place that does not and may not ever seem like home. I did get to weigh in on dog-friendly local restaurants, though. The Eatery on Farwell seats us on the patio under an umbrella and immediately brings a bowl of water for our Zoe. They were not given space in the article so I wrote a letter to the editor of the local weekly.
The two framed photos I placed in the hallway should keep my husband from hitting his head on the absurdly low light fixtures and look great as well. Both are from a trip several years ago with his parents, to western NY and Vermont. So I have ancient Concord rootstock (homage to the home of the WCTU) and a lumber mill in Vermont that had the exact work bench my grandfather made (and my Aunt still has) – still the 1700’s structure.
As for our stuff, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Dee
Cooking with Dee 