Monday, January 16, 2012
Monday Again Already?
What else is outside my window: Preparatory to our iminent move, Dan has been driving back-n-forth, back-n- forth past the front window with the big truck, pulling a little flatbed trailer, loaded with ever-changing crews of youngins and paraphernalia. Round and round the driveway he goes, unloading all the storage bins from the barn into the house -- about ten at a time, for me to go through. Then he loads the approved and labeled bins back onto the truck and trailer and they take it over to the new house to unload into organized paradise. (I hope.)
What I'm thinking: As much as I'd like to say, "Man, do we have too much junk, or what?!" I can't help pouring over some of these bins. Like, I just came across one that's probably been hiding in the deeper caverns of the bin mountain for a while. In it was a slop- packed collection of the big boys' junk -- things that belonged to them when they were little boys: toy soldiers, special baseballs, about a million Lord of the Rings trading cards, a shirt that used to be Kevin's favorite, Paul's woodworking kit, a green tassel that the boys used to call "Crazy Woman.... Sigh.... I love my big boys, but I miss them as little boys, too.
What else I'm thinking: I can't bear to get rid of most of this junk. Too many memories come with most of it. I'm never going to get done with this.
A picture thought and a poem to go with it: