During the summer, we work four 10-hour days and have off either Mondays or Fridays. I chose Mondays.
On this particular Monday Mr. Aitch and I tackled the basement stairs and the area to the right of the stairs. There was a shelving unit with stuff on it from when we moved in 19 years ago. Still in the moving boxes.
I know that some people would say to not open the boxes and just toss it. If anything inside the boxes was important, it would have been retrieved long ago.
I would have tossed this:
My sister had a blue one. I remember drinking hot cocoa from this cup. And eating toasted homemade bread with peanut butter and homemade grape jelly.
The rest of the stuff was assorted glassware that I will probably donate to Goodwill. I just don’t have the energy to have a yard sale.
I would love to see and display the things that I love and that are important to me. I just have to find the right piece of furniture to do that.
Cleaning doesn’t bother me. It’s dealing with all of the stuff that I hate. And deciding what to do with all the stuff makes me physically sick.
Knitting In Flashes 