I’m rumbling my way into retirement. Time for so many things I let slide off my radar, like writing.
I self-designed Monday as Clean Up-Clean Out-Donate Day (in part because Tuesday is trash day). These are worthy efforts by one of the two pack-rats who have lived in this house for more than 30 years, and retirement offers the perfect opportunity to wrestle back control.
So, this morning I asked Google to turn on NPR and started on the hall closet. Yea, NPR. I know! Like, who’d have thought?
Between a weekend tour of my bedroom closet, the hall closet and a few random items, I filled a large contractor-style bag with clothes and headed off to Lazarus House in Lawrence. They were grateful. A sweet lady said “God Bless You” to me, to which I said “No, God Bless all of you for what you do for the community!” We smiled and agreed that God would Bless all of us.
At that moment I happened to look down at my feet and noticed I was wearing my LLBean slippers.
If my blessing partner noticed she never let on. If God noticed, s/he didn’t let on either.
Back home, I turned to Penney’s room. Ten years after she left us, it remains pretty much as she left it, except that I’ve used it as a space to accumulate stuff. A lot of stuff. It’s time to sort and part ways with things that will be loved and appreciated by others, whether friends or strangers.
Today I tackled her bookcase. She had a shelf of books related to her short career as a medical assistant (biology, anatomy, nursing drugs guides and the like) and these will go to the used book store in Middleton (unless you want any/some/all). I found the covers of these two volumes to be interesting.
She was afraid of peacocks (I have no idea why) and since passing, she comes to me as a dragonfly (hence the tattoo on my arm).
I also found a vintage Baby Hugs. There’s a long story that goes with this find, one I think I’ll keep in my heart. But know this is huge and sweet.