I asked PH yesterday if I didn't quilt and didn't read would we have been able to handle this better? He reminded me about the dishes, too. I'm a sucker for pretty dishes and love TJMaxx.
My quilt stash isn't near what some people's stashes are, I think. I have ten tubs you've seen in other posts. There are books and patterns and ideas, but not as many as some I've seen and believe me, I've purged those deeply. I sat myself down and had a serious talk with myself about some of the things I've torn out of magazines, copied from magazines, and the chances of ever using them. Luckily I don't buy a lot of patterns or quilt books. If I do they are more for historical reference. I gave my quilt magazines (LOTS and LOTS of them) to Friend Marilyn to go through, tear out what she needed and donate the rest to the guild. I mean really, how many do we need? Especially at the rate I get something actually done! I now think twice about buying magazines off the newsstand, but still subscribe to two.
Books are another story. I buy books. I still buy picture books and not just because I read to the kids at the girls' school. But because I love them. I don't think you ever are too old for picture books. "My books" are my security blanket. So I buy them and use the Kindle. Since I learned to read I've had to have a book in my hand or nearby kind of like Elizabeth still wanting her cuddle nearby, within sight or in her arms at all times. That and my camera.
Today I went through an old file cabinet and found the stories I wrote in college (top marks, by the way.) I found a folder with autographs: Amelia Earhart, John Philip Sousa, Erma Bombeck, Carl Sagan, Florence Henderson. Some my father-in-law received and some I received. I found I can't part with those yet. When I die the kids will find this thick folder and wonder about it. I hope they look carefully before throwing it all away.
The other day I made room in a big heavy tub filled with pictures of the kids' lives from birth. I needed to fit two shoeboxes of pics into that tub and I did but it took hours because I laughed and smiled and remembered my way through 39 years. Someday at the new destination I'll go through it again and sort them out: Lisa's, Ben's and togethers. That way when the time comes, they'll have them sorted.
Old Mother Hubbard's cupboards are bare but she stocks emergency supplies of Oreos and tea
and chocolate. Ooohhh I love this bar.
It's raining steadily today but since this is the last post I walked the porches and took what some shots of blooms where I could.
There aren't many apple blossoms this year but the few are beautiful
So, this is it, folks. Over the years I've showed you the lake in sun and snow, sunsets, beach kite days and pictures of the grands playing along the shore. That's the hardest part of leaving here. PH and I are ok with it, we made friends here and will come visit but we do have to leave. We have a week booked at one of our friends' homes this summer. So while we will leave the shore we will end up on a hilltop that overlooks miles of forest that we are assured has just as much if not more wildlife to watch and new places for the kids to explore. We will also have a smaller house and yard for PH and I to maintain. A house two blocks from the grandgirls, and new places to discover. There is no denying it will be hard to say good-bye to this house, but as a friend told me recently, "you can love the house but the house can't love you back. Only your people can do that."