I did Mid-Kid’s room yesterday which was a bit harder to do than her older sisters. Leaving her behind to help her sister was a wise last minute decision back 2012. There was no time to get her room completely cleaned out. It had been cleaned and painted a couple of years before so it was at least clean. She kind of just moved in and pushed things back out of her way. (She is a lot like her dad in this respect) I did make one return trip several months later and helped her to make it a bit more organized. So yesterday, there was not a lot of her stuff there, she took most of it when she was down in December for the funeral. A few books, a few purses, and a couple of pair of shoes; the rest was papers both hers and things from previous decades. It surprised me how long it took me to do this small room and still it is not finished. Hers was the room stuff got shoved when no one knew what to do with it.
I will have to make a decision about disposing the rest of the books that I have left over the years. Each time I have cleaned shelves I have gotten rid of a few and what are left are mostly Reader’s Digest Condensed versions and a lot of stuff that will have no value to anyone. There are a few I might be able to sell just because they are old and have interesting titles. For someone that has a very large personal library, books disposal is difficult because I know the value of books. The used book market is booming and I also know that sometimes odd books bring more than a fair price. I also know books are heavy. In the end, I imagine that I will opt to send about 98% of them to the thrift store, 1% will be burned, and the other 1% I will try to sell.
I struggled a bit with sentimentality yesterday. Not good. So I would just tamp it down and keep going. I did enjoy listening to a Johnny Cash cd and had fond memories of laughter as hubby and I would attempt to sing Ring of Fire while my father-in-law would play. Alas, my voice is raspy from the Lyme right now so when I tried yesterday it sounded worse than ever. But I did manage The Circle Unbroken with some ease. For whatever reason our minds hold onto perhaps odd memories. I remember right after his dear Betty passed away leaving him broken and so horribly alone, that he changed the word mother to Betty in that song and sang it that way for a couple of years.
I am beginning to feel like I have to get the excess out of my way so I don’t feel so overwhelmed with mess. With both houses in disarray (stuff going from one, coming into another) can cause me to be a bit affected by my Lyme anxiety. I do not mind comfortable clutter but I really do not like unorganized mess.
I have a mountain of stuff to burn at the other house (paper, all the plastic stuff goes to the curb because I hate the smell of burning plastic) and I almost started working on that pile yesterday evening but the day was getting along and I decided to come on home before it was slam dark. I may do that today.
My thrift store piles are getting larger and larger, with another one growing here. I may spend today working on getting that stuff delivered to the two thrift stores in town. At the very least maybe I can take in one load so I can get through the living room without too much danger.
Hubby has continued on the roof of the Honey House and we are hopeful that with the close of this day that job will be completed.
As the work continues….