Here’s the deal.
I’m not allowed to decide anything about the disposition of a single morsel of my husband’s precious stuff. Nope. I may not presume to discern the relative value between (a) gold (plated banjo tuner) and an unopened advertisement for a life insurance policy.
I’m Not Allowed to Decide About Anything.
AND THAT’S OKAY.
As you can see in the featured image, this array of treasure is currently in jumbled heaps tumbling from an array of bags and boxes all over the finished room on our lower level.
AND What I AM allowed to do is:
REPACK IT AND HIDE IT
- I may wrestle the escaping stuff into containers without sorting the stuff into categories!
- I may fasten the boxes shut; but I don’t have to label them because it would be impossible anyway…
- I may stack the boxes on the platform of the adjoining storage area; my only concern being to fit them together in stable stacks.
This is actually pretty easy and a nice light weight training exercise.
How’m I doing?