Nothing like losing both your parents within 4 months to push you into a reality check of what is really important. Cleaning out a house where your parents lived for almost 40 years and never met a book, picture, sale on chicken, tool, pretty much any scrap of paper they didn’t like, sure wakes you up to the stuff and clutter we can hold dear and in the end means very little and doesn’t bring them back.
Soooo….I’m cleaning house, literally and figuratively. Sorting through e-mail, browsing through pictures, shredding and recycling whatever I can. It seems easier at my own house. I am dreading the return to my childhood home where I must continue through the piles of treasure from generations (seriously!) to decide what to keep. What does one do with a wagon wheel? Corn thresher anyone? How about 20 year old spices from MY grandmother’s house.