Day 159/365 It’s time to go, and it's time to take

    Yesterday was a day of taking in, not of letting go. My sister is moving from her home of 45+ years to a condo, and so she absolutely has to let go of things. I drove to her house and loaded my trunk to help her out: a Ross tartan skirt that my mom wore every Christmas Eve,  some clothes (for the church rummage sale) and all kinds of my dad’s art work—paintings, copies of Christmas cards, and other memorabilia. I’m going to carry on Mom’s tradition and start wearing the skirt. As far as Dad’s art work goes, I can’t easily let it go, although I can envision giving his cards away. 

                                                                                          

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.