This is the first moment I’ve sat in two days. I’m continuing to work at my practice and that’s stressful. It’s not clear but I may be suffering more than those sitting across from me. I love my work. I love the people I talk to in my office. When I’m not working at my practice I’m pulling everything out of everywhere, trying to decide what stays and what goes. It seems hopelessly chaotic but at least I have a hint of a system:
Every item falls into one of five categories:
1. Move to Chicago
2. Ship to Florida
3. Giant Yard Sale
4. Goodwill or Thrift Shop
As a result every room has a pile in each corner and one in the middle- that’s five. The cat’s are alarmed. Frankly, I’m alarmed. When did all this stuff crawl in here? Last night I started down in the basement going through the old vinyl collection. It’s academic that the turntable has been in storage for the last 5 years; this stuff is valuable. This first box goes to Chicago, where the first thing I do is tie the turntable into the rest of the music system. The Beatles albums all go, too.
But then there are some albums we could maybe do without. The ones that belonged to my grandmother. However, one woman’s discard could be someone else’s dream tune- see anything you like? I mean, background music for those Hawaiian movies and slides? Grace?
Here’s Amy packing up the featured Potlatch Item of the Day: taxidermied Santa Squirrel, complete with his own hat, sack and two little hand blown glass ornaments. He’s slightly shopworn, ready to retire and wants to live in a state with lots and lots of tall trees.