It’s Friday and that’s Ark day; Sophie says she would like to board quickly and get out of the chaos around here. No, I didn’t disappear again, except into the hinterlands of the basement. Remember that movie, The Never Ending Story, where the young protagonist and his horse are mired in the quicksands of the Sea of Despair? Well, it’s not that bad, but Amy is cheering me on, "Get up! Get up! You can do it! Have hope!" and I’m the horse, drowning in stuff.
If nothing else, I am determined. It’s become abundantly clear to me that I spent way too many years as the magpie of children’s toys, books, shiny pieces of glass and stone and bits of string. I have padded my nest way too well. This has become an opportunity to streamline, simplify and shrink our footprint. We will no longer be taking up quite so much more than our fair share of space on this precious planet.
Say! WHO had beautiful babies?!?! I know, I know, every blog features baby pictures at some point, but my babies are pretty much grown. These photos were taken precisely 26 years ago today, with a newly purchased 20.00 camera. Dan was the first reason for me to ever take photographs. Great dimple, huh? Please click to enlarge it!
I’ve had this fantasy that the kids would someday want all this stuff. Surely, the time would come when they would need that spare set of dishes, the double four poster bed of their childhood, beautiful baby clothes and every report card they ever got. Well, no. They don’t want it and can’t anticipate wanting it. So each child now has only a file box with school pictures, a clay art project, noteworthy certificates, a hand knit baby sweater, a christening gown. They will still stay with me but when the time comes and they are ready, that’s what they will have. I trust they will be appropriately grateful that their mother left them tidy packages rather than houses full of life’s miscellany.
One exception to the "this has to disappear" rule is the Legos. Dan wants me to hang on to the Brio train and the Legos. This 20 gallon bin is the stuff of his happy childhood memories. He and his daddy played for countless hours, every evening for years, just building and chatting about the day. So, these I will store for him.
The Re-Discovered Item of the Day: Picker Stickers! That’s what we have always called them, from my childhood on. This is the classic set of Colorforms with a billion geometric shapes but over the years there have been cartoon Picker Stickers, weather Picker Stickers and garden Picker Stickers. We never stooped to Barbie Picker Stickers although if we had they would fetch a lot at the YARD SALE Big Dave is planning to attend. That will be two weeks from now and you can see from Amy’s comment on the last post, it promises to be a good one. Do you think Meeta or Big Dave would like some beautiful little finches in a fine aviary? Please go convince them.
The POTLATCH does indeed continue. I’m building a science corner for a certain first grade teacher, I found a couple of fine frogs that need a home and I have a few field guides with someone in mind. I’m trying to get Sophie to relinquish one of her ball track toys and she says, "NO! Never! Well, maybe for Rhett…" Amy and I have these items all sorted and I’ve made labels so we’ll do our first major post office run next Wednesday. As Edgy Mama pointed out to me, I don’t have the time for daily runs; this will be a weekly thing. That means you still have time to join and spread the word.
Last night I wandered through the neighborhood and peeked in your windows but I didn’t make any noise; I’m on the move. M’Kay– next month, I promise. And I felt beautiful when I was pregnant, but not THAT beautiful. My holiday weekend treat will be taking time out to read all of those Perfect Posts. Gene, please don’t quit while you’re a head. Oh, har de har har.
Next up: getting rid of world globes. Anybody need a vintage world globe?