It started like this:
For a couple of hours I pulled out this much recyclable paper… And forty more National Geographic magazines…
(Two boxes of sewing supplies, a half a dozen containers of various machine fluids, some usable office supplies, More Paperclips, picture calendars dating back thirty years…)
I unearthed coloring books, flags, matting boards, a set of Starbucks tea cups, “collectible” Christmas ornaments, a box of raisins, a flower pot, five U.S. and one Israeli classroom decoration flags, three sets of paper place mats… all (except the raisins) for the community rummage sale.
There are a couple dozen thirty year old elementary school texts which will have to be dumped, a dozen do-it-yourself craft books the library will take, and a stack of worn, yet beautiful old English lit books that were my husband’s mother’s. The Shakespeare anthology feels like a brick of gold; the words waft the fragrance of memory.
I conked out before I cleared to the lowest shelf.
Tomorrow is another day.