Margot kindly came down and held my hand while we went through albums and old sketchbooks. We made the decision to keep all mother’s albums…even if they were falling apart. My albums looked pretty good. She took all the unused albums home for her pictures. George came down and went through his shelves again creating clear cut categories: house cleaning stuff, foods, car stuff, painting stuff. Stuff indeed.
Sketchbooks? Many went in the recycle bin. We had two big empty boxes at the end, and we took granddaughter Zoe and handholding daughter to lunch and a free trip to the lighthouse. Last night I repeatedly dreamed of losing the carefully built weaving blue notebook. Hours of those dreams. This morning I pulled it from the recycle bin to discover it was green.
The back of the truck is full, and the garage is as done as it is going to get.