I started this blog years seven ago, and every once in a while I
resurrect it.
Now is my latest
one-in-a-while times.
A year ago we decided we were going to move from this old house where we
had lived for forty years. We boxed stuff to store, we got rid of stuff, and we
had the downstairs painted. Then we decided we wanted to stay here and enjoy
the de-cluttered shelves, the clean white walls, and the yard.
A
year later we are still enjoying that decision but we are also aware that once
we can’t go up and down the stairs we will have to move. There is NO way to
create a bedroom (or a shower) on the ground floor.
So, I am purging again. How many glass ice cream dishes do we really need? Not the ones I’ve wrapped,
bagged, and put in the car ready to be taken to Good Will.
I started this blog years seven ago, and every once in a while I
resurrect it. Now is my latest
one-in-a-while times. 
A
year later we are still enjoying that decision but we are also aware that once
we can’t go up and down the stairs we will have to move. There is NO way to
create a bedroom (or a shower) on the ground floor. 
Have
you ever noticed that no matter how often you clean under the kitchen sink
there is always plenty to throw away? I don’t clean there very often, and I try
to keep up with it, but still, there’s always stuff to toss. The other day I
had to remove everything so we could deal with a clogged drain. That’s taken
care of; the stuff is back, but not before another purge. 
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. 