June 23, 2015 Useless
My daughter is leaving for Bemidji after spending four days with us going through 'her life' in the upstairs-under-the-roof dormers. It was just time that she do it and reduce/organize some room in them that we could utilize, now that she was living her own life after college.
Her visit was timed to coincide with a Palm Family Reunion on the 20th. She tackled the last unexplored dormer in the house. I had hauled three big garbage bags of stuff to Joe's, just before work, so his garbage man could haul it away.
Tomorrow, he's coming over for coffee to discuss the KJ102 radio interview for a "Friends & Neighbors," segment about THE RAVEN. Don't know what good it'll do. We've had a good number of renewals and new gift subscriptions lately, but once again the "What's the point?" feeling has come over me that seeped into other aspects of my life.
Daughter had gone through old stuff; keeping some, throwing some; she showed me an old wooden picnic basket that once was belonged to my folks. I felt, but didn't express, "What's the point? Why keep it?" if in the end all you have are your memories anyway.
I remember them using that basket and Mom packing it with all her good food, etc; I can almost see her ... And now it's packed away in a dark dormer, in my old house, never to see the light of day exept whe someone gets the ambition to clean the space out. For dumb!
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