Was it only a month or so ago that we took my mom up to Phoenix to look at places to live? That just seems impossible to me.
Since then, we've packed up her house, moved her in to the new place, cleaned the house here in town, interviewed realtors, put the house on the market, and had a yard sale to sell a bit of the stuff that she didn't take with her and unload some of our junk. Such a simple little paragraph, isn't it? But the reality of each one of those things, separately, is quite an undertaking. So much involved with every one of them.
And then this...AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH !
Once we had started going through things, it became obvious that the garage was out of control. I've known that for quite a while, but it's so easy to just shut the door to the garage, right? Hubby's way of cleaning is to drag EVERYTHING out into the middle of the room, sort through it, then only put back what you really want to keep. I hate doing it that way because it's so overwhelming. But it is effective.
So we staked the dogs out in the front yard (they just want to see what's going on), and began an all day adventure. This type of sorting takes us back to pictures from 30, 40 years ago, sweet handmade cards from the kids, books we've known & loved, and some things that we can't imagine today what we ever thought was important about them.
Whew! The boxes on the right are waiting to go to the big honkin' shredder in Tucson, and the chair to the dump! And since one thing leads to another, the next project is that workbench...and then the shed...and then...
But that's another day. :)