Unpack everything that came home from the storage unit

on this three day weekend.

just unpacked a small box of Mom’s. All books (which will move on to their destiny elsewhere), save a gift I gave her when she retired. It was the perfect gift, capturing her love of art, Paris and tarot all in one. I will never forget these moments. We had finished dinner at the Eiffel Tower restaurant in Las Vegas, I gave her the gift over our chocolate souffels. She oooooohed and ahhhhhhhhhhed. Looking at each card for a long time, admiring the art work. I asked her if she would read my cards with them, as she did when I was in high school and she said “Nooooooooooo” these are too beautiful to use! _{giggle. perfect!}

it holds letters. To my nephew’s Dad.

Hard on my heart. Hard on my brain. Hard on my rose coloured glasses.

One box unpacked last night. Another one today. I think there are only two or three more boxes lurking downstairs. Haven’t given up on unpacking the toaster yet!

I’d like to say I am almost done, but I’m not. I have several more boxes to go. I forgot I had some put in the hall closet. _{laughing….I have SO MUCH STUFF!}

I am proud of myself for getting rid of quite a lot of things as I ahve been unpacking. I can see that I stll keep more than I should. Some things get put away because they are valuable enough to sell on ebay, rather than donate or throw away. Those items get put away for the day I actually put them on ebay. _{That day will happen, right?}

when I got home tonight. Four more in that room to go!

I can tell I am burned out on this. Won’t open the rest in that room until the weekend.

stacked in the downstairs bathroom to open. dining room and kitchen boxes. Hard to belive, given that I unpacked 8 large boxes from there this weekend.

Still, I made a good go of it. It makes that room closer to being emptied of boxes. Surely, by the end of next weekend.

we unpacked several boxes today. Kitchen things. Pictures. All my teacups. Kitchen things. Kitchen things. Kitchen things.

I didn’t keep a single thing. Everything went to goodwill or was thrown out.

Today I unpacked a box that had photographs in it. Unpacking is slow when a box holds a memory lane that must be walked down before the contents of the box may meet their destiny.

Another box had choir music from my favorite songs we sang in high school choir. How lovely that Mum kept these all these years. I couldn’t help but burst into a rousing sing out of my high school alma mater when I can across that one…. “To Rio High, our hopes and dreams we bring…..” hmmmmmm. Did I? Bring hopes and dreams? If I didn’t bring them, I certainly got them when I was there!

Another box holds Mum’s books. A beautiful book with colored plates of Japanese Art. Goes with yesterday’s box of Japanese Dolls and papercuts. I wish she were here for me to ask her about all the Japanese stuff.

A really wonderful find was the large, hard cover “20 years of Cirque du Soleli” book. The program from Dralion took me back to the very first performance Mum and I went to together. As I held it I could see us walking down the stair of the tent, sitting in our seats. How the “clowns” captivated us. How Mum bought the creature from Drailion when we were at Corteco, the last performance we would ever see together. The Drailion creature, there at the beginning for her and the end. We took it to the hospital with us. It was always on her bed. Watching over her with strength and grace. The same strength and grace we both had. Gracious. I miss her like no other.

kitchen items (where the heck is the box the toaster is in???) this time. I have way too many kitchen things. It wasn’t too many when I had a grand home that was a bed and breakfast. It is way too many for me and my cat in this wee bit of a house.