The great sort continues…
I have been putting of the last stage of the great sort for awhile. It’s an ending and I’m not going to find what I’m hoping for.
I unpacked the two trunks I had hurriedly stuffed with all things Kathy.
Among them – her collection of T-Shirts. I just didn’t know what to do with them, still don’t and yea they do each hold memories. I will happily give them away however to anyone who would care to have one. Otherwise I will keep them stored away. Oh and that’s a small hint of Kathy’s childhood toys. Big Raggedy Ann fan.
Not sure if that’s Bruce Jenner and an underage Lolita baby momma. Hello My Ragtime Pal! By the way that apple has a finger puppet worm. Other toys and dolls mingle off just out of view.
Gotta admit I dig that Tom and Jerry Jack in a box. That’s a cool Tigger too. More toys, K loved Winnie the Poo as well. I suppose one or two items may be small time collectibles but I just don’t know of any place that accepts donations of used toys.
Other items, some just too personal, some too silly to admit I kept. There were more photos of course, Kathy’s mom documented her childhood with great love and dedication.
A framed pic of Secretariat winning the Kentucky Derby, her Dad’s Sinatra albums and what may be a signed by Meatloaf Bat Out Of Hell Vinyl Album, Christmas candles and K’s Nativity scene.
I am getting old enough to injure myself without knowing how I did it. My right knee is acting up, and it only calms down if I can elevate it and keep it straight which unfortunately is a signal to Xavier for prolonged torment. My hip is also seizing up or just not doing something or other correctly. Oh well it will get better.
I think a bit of remodeling is due.
I have a big dining room table, very well made, solid wood, seats 10 with the inserts and it’s in good shape, the 4 chairs less so thanks to a certain cat though the bench is untouched. It’s just too large for my needs.
A well worn coffee table can go with it. It’s worn but made well of solid wood and won’t take much effort to refinish. It was way too big for mine and K’s needs but we liked that you could spread a whole broadsheet out on it back in the olden days when we subscribed to newspapers.
I hate to part with anything K and I bought together but it’s time and makes practical sense. Make me an offer, I’ll let them go cheap.
It’s back to life’s sort.
