Day 158/365 It’s time to go, family memorabilia

      Our niece and her daughter came to visit. Little did they know that when you come here you always leave with some little gift. It’s never an option to refuse, but usually people are delighted with the personal piece of memorabilia that my husband selects for them.

     

 This time he presented them with two Camp Fisher mugs, a 1991 t-shirt from a family reunion, and a photograph of a family gathering from the mid-1990s. 

Day 157/365 It’s time to go, excuses

     My bad, at least as far as letting go of stuff is concerned. Well, I only took two days off. But don’t I deserve a couple of Sabbath days? Excuses abound. First of all, the homestead looks extremely neat and orderly these days, which always alleviates any visual pressures to keep ‘clearnng’. And then, truth be told, cleaning up, also known as housework, really doesn’t interest me. In fact, I’m quite good at avoiding it.

    But I have other excuses, all definitely counterproductive to getting rid of things. I’ve renewed my interest in knitting and of course that means buying just the right size needles and selecting just the right textured yarn. Do I knit or get rid of stuff? 

And then there is my husband, who still can’t resist just the perfect item from the put-and-take. The other day it was a trunk, which is now all fixed up and ready to receive the winter’s wood. Where it will go? To be decided.  

Day 156/365 It’s time to go, stuff on the shelf

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After

    
 

My husband cleared the shelf in the mudroom. All those hats, bags and golf balls are on their way to, where else? the put-and-take. The shelf is now EMPTY and we plan to keep it that way. We’ll see how it goes. I bet we’ll both sneak on a few choices pieces. 

Day 155/365 It’s time to go, obsolete keys

     Last week we gave our granddaughter these keys. For years they had been hanging on this marvelous key rack made and given to me for Christmas by Jimmy Berry when I was his second grade teacher. That was a looooong time ago. The rack had been collecting keys for years-- keys belonging to cars long since sold or junked…house keys to old door locks…. And does it surprise you that I have no ideas where most of these keys belong? Most of them are obsolete. Luckily, however, I did recognize the key to the church and so retrieved it before it went home with our granddaughter.

        Of course I’m keeping Jimmy’s gift. He’s a parent now and hopefully his kids are making treasured gifts for their second grade teachers.