Today was my first “real” day of emptying out the condo.
The easiest method, I have discovered, is to package the “things” up, bring them home, and then make decisions about destinations of the “things” from the front hall – where everything sits.
Here are some of my questions that I grappled with today… what do I do with…
– the wool blanket that Mom so carefully packaged in a “space saver” bag so that it would not occupy too much room in her tiny linen closet and not be eaten by moths;
– the Russian doll ornaments that my cousin sent to Mom and Dad for Christmas one year from Russia;
– the apron that Mom used as a template to teach my daughter Katya how to sew;
– the tea spoon rack full of souvenir teaspoons from all of Mom and Dad’s travels;
– the sweater that Dad wore with holes in the arms that coined his handle, “Poor Dirt Farmer” (okay, truthfully, I know what to do with that one!!!!)
– the spoon set that was given to “Mr. and Mrs. Duff” to thank them for their service to the Cold Lake community;
– the Legion magazines that Mom so lovingly ordered and Dad so purposefully read to keep up-to-date on Legion-related news;
– the books that were dedicated to Dad from Mom and from Uncle Bill to Mom, and from Dad to Mom, and from … you get the picture;
– the jar of pickling spices that Mom used to make her wonderful pickles;
– the old type-writer that was Grandpa Malloff’s with which I used to learn to type;
– the commemorative plates for Mom and Dad’s 40th, 50th, and 60th, wedding anniversaries?
The list goes on.
And so they sit – in my front hall waiting for their final verdict. And I am in no hurry – the rest of my family may have a different opinion – but for now – they sit and wait …
Today the condo moved from “there” to “here”. Dad kept flickering the light. I just wish I had established with him what the code meant!
Meanwhile – off to see a movie on a big outdoor screen in downtown Barrie. I think I’ll bring the big wool blanket as tonight is expected to be rather cool… thanks Mom.