Friday, November 7, 2014

House Cleaning

I am confident no one will read this blog. Look at the title, House Cleaning?  Intimidating. In fact, at this very moment I am procrastinating by writing this very blog. But something has compelled me to stop cleaning out the house in which I have lived for 31 years. Before marriage. Before my son was born, left home, returned home and left home again. Before I got my first real job and after I retired from my last real job.

What possibly could put a halt in the constant decision-making process of "keep, toss or donate", repeat a thousand times. What is efemera which might have value 3000 years from now (to someone else)? What broken dusty two dollar trinket can I possibly part with, even though it brings back a rush of fond memories?

Well, I finally found it, and it may just lift my wings enough to finish this task. Folded, no, crumpled,in a box filled with otherwise dispensable items was a high school writing assignment by my son Sean, complete with teachers assessment. Hope it makes you smile as well.