It’s time to go, Christmas plates, 221/365

    I’m so intent on packing for our impending move from this old house of 40 years that I’ve been forgetting to take pictures. I took the Danish Christmas plates off the wall, carefully wrapped them in shrink wrap, boxed and labeled them, and there they are, ready to go with us. Of course that means that we’re not letting go of them, but at least a decision has been made. Hmm, that kind of feels like letting go.

     I use the duplicates at Christmas. They haven’t been boxed yet. 

It’s time to go... into boxes 220/365

It’s time to go... into boxes 220/365

I'll have to take Duke Snyder with me

     Any order I’ve had for the first 219 posts of this blog has gone out the window, or maybe I should say, “Into boxes.” So much to organize, decide upon, throw out, box, hold on to or let go of. We’re on a role. 

     Here are some pictures of the disarray in this old house as we organize to put our house on the market.  I’ll send a more organized post tomorrow.

Arcane tax returns, it’s time to go. 209/365

 

     From the attic I brought down file-upon-file upon-file box of income tax statements for my husband to sort out and hopefully let go of. He earned a Grade A. We don’t need tax returns from 1997. Or do we? He asks.  You never know. But, gratefully he sorted,  bagged, and put them in the garage, ready for the shredder or the dump.

 Once they are in the garage, I figure they are beyond my responsibility. The plastic file boxes, left over from my teaching days, are also out of my jurisdiction. 

     One big file box remains and up to the attic it will go.