Those 70ish Girls

I am so anxious to tell all of you what Kipper and I are up to, but I promised I wouldn’t leak a word until after January 1st. In the meantime, I am taking lots of step by step pictures. You are dying to know, aren’t you? You might… no you will… think we are crazy. Maybe we are, but we’re not certifiable…yet.

On another note…

We’re getting new flooring put in our kitchen and living room next week. They said it will take four to five days, so we’re going to fire up the RV and go to the place we went on our maiden RV voyage… Canton, TX. (It’s about 18 miles from here.) We have to move all of the furniture from both rooms and get all of the nicky nack’s out of the living room to prepare for the floor people. We decided this would be a good time to go through our whole house and get rid of “stuff.”

Well, the whole thing has gotten out of control. We were horrified at all the things we, (okay I), have collected in the three years we have lived in this house. I feel sorry for all of you out there who have decades of accumulated treasures that you will one day have to go through.

My brother, Billy, convinced his wife, Liz, to go through everything in the garage and get rid of the things they no longer needed, so they could maybe put a car in there. He said three hours later she was still reading all of the kid’s school papers that were in the first box. He couldn’t take it, so he called the project off.

I am so proud of Kip and me. We have sorted through everything that has been stored in the attic, and we are continuing to go through every room in the house. We are so determined to be, what do they call it? Oh, yeah…minimalistic.

Hold that thought. We now are the proud renters of a storage space. We have hauled box after box and even some furniture and exercise equipment over there. I know what you’re thinking. We aren’t brave at all. You are right.

I am a little bit like my mother. She was not attached to anything of the material nature. She gave away my grandmother’s (on Dad’s side) silver, piece by piece, in exchange for hard labor. The hired help would agree to complete a certain task like clean the basement or take everything out of the furnace room, clean it, and then reorganize it. When it came time for them to be paid, she said she didn’t have the cash, but would they like a piece of silver? Do you think I’m making this up? Well I’m not. I recently received this silver ladle in the mail from my cousin who felt guilty about having accepted several things that should have been handed down to Billy and Me.

Don’t tell him this, but that silver ladle is now somewhere in a rented storage unit. I did keep the Francis Plumbing and Heating ceramic toilet. The same cousin sent Billy our grandfather’s (on Dad’s side) watch. He even put it in a display dome for him. It’s probably in a box in the garage.

I found myself going through my most recent collection. I was trying to decide if I should continue collecting hats, store them in the storage unit, or give them away.

What do you think dogs and cats?

A terrible thing has happened. I think Kip took my chest full of crowns to the storage unit. I wonder what that’s all about!

Kip has a collection of CD’s and several country western albums. Some of them he purchased back in the 60’s. He hardly ever listens to them. I’m thinking storage unit.