THE BARE NECESSITIES: Coffee, tea, a gingham tea cozy, a sippy straw for the young one, a cocktail glass, some spices, the cinnamon-sugar shaker, a Book-On-CD for the Bose, sugar bowl, the ancient Rubbermaid of Sweet’n’Low, which has been with us through four houses now, and assorted stuff set down with nowhere else to put ‘em.
Nothing left but rubber gloves.
I’m sure I mentioned that Chris decided that now would be the best time to clear out and put to rights THE ROOM, and started dragging out lugs and boxes and bags and great piles of things two weeks ago.
Anybody with any interest in the original clear Flintstones mugs, there are more than six dozen. Just come get ‘em.
Though he’s made fantastic progress with disposing of countless bags of STUFF to garbage and Goodwill, this is still our path through the house. I insisted on at least a wide enough berth for the guys hauling up the discarded cabinets and debris.
Hoarders called, but they changed their minds.
You can see, above and below, that we’ve invested quite a bit of our retirement funds into the coffers of the companies SOLO and CHINET.
Needfuls for when I might need ‘em.
Like bones in an elephant graveyard.
Still sturdy and beautiful. I wanted to keep the top ones and paint them, but Caro and Chris insisted that I have all new everything.
A sad vignette of nothing in particular. You can see the papers stuck in the back, from when this kitchen was added on in 1990, the year we moved to Indiana. Sort of a full circle, somehow.
Before. How little we knew, and I hope that does not become a mantra in the next few weeks.
I’m truly ashamed of how I let things pile up and let things go, but I’ll never apologize for what was covered by something I could not move. Those aren't dust bunnies, they're wild Jackalopes run amok.
I swear, this room was put together out of Legos and rubber bands.
But solace awaits upstairs: Caro has invited us up for an early Cinco de Mayo supper tonight, and I just go up to “her house” and look around at the serene, quiet rooms.
And the Fairy Dell on the back lawn has grown to about 40’ by 50’---it’s covered in violets, and invites me to come for a soothing stroll anytime I want.
Like til June.