Things
I pay careful attention to things these days. I look and listen more than I speak. I think that's a wise thing to do because you can learn a lot by just observing things.
I got my weekend project mostly done. It came at the expense of the things I normally do, like laundry. But it's almost done. I'd be finished but I ran out of boxes. I talked a little yesterday about the things I encountered in my foray into packing for the immigrant. Today I thought about those things.
Miss June was often rushed. I could tell that by what I found, and where I found it. There were bags of papers to be gone through later. She'd just stick them in the room for when she had a minute. And then there wasn't a minute. And they piled up.
She has a good heart. She salvaged things for her daughter that someday her daughter will be glad to have back. She keeps everything. Sometimes that's a good thing. Other times, not.
Miss June is a collector of seeds. She likes growing things. And like other things, her intentions were to have a yard full of flowers and a garden full of vegetables from the seeds she kept. What she has now is a starter kit and hope from me that someday that will be a reality.
As thoughtful as she is, she is every bit that much disorganized. I helped her this weekend with that. Boxes are stacked and labeled. I bought boxes and the GF scored me a baker's dozen from her work. Boxes are properly sized for their contents so they're not too heavy.
I also came to understand that Miss June has had to let a lot of things go in her life and maybe that's why she hangs on to stuff the way she does. I threw away papers, magazines she's never going to get to read, and stuff like that. I was careful not to throw away keepsakes, cards, pictures, memories, and for some reason, she'd put away some things of mine that I'd have thrown away as well. That kind of surprised me.
Properly boxed and stacked, the room is only half-full. On friday, you could barely get the door open. The GF came over and lent a hand today. She vacuumed for me and helped me box up a bit of stuff. I was very grateful for that, but I could tell she was having a hard time with the whole process. I don't blame her. That's kind of a mess I needed to clean up on my own. Sometimes things evoke memories, and in my case, though, time has healed the wounds.
I am kind of sad though, because I miss the old lady. But she did one thing that was super sweet before she left. She wrote "miss you" on the kids' chalk board.
That's really about all I have for today. Yesterday it was about stuff. Today, it's about Miss June, and the things I know about her that I didn't pay all that much attention to.
I got my weekend project mostly done. It came at the expense of the things I normally do, like laundry. But it's almost done. I'd be finished but I ran out of boxes. I talked a little yesterday about the things I encountered in my foray into packing for the immigrant. Today I thought about those things.
Miss June was often rushed. I could tell that by what I found, and where I found it. There were bags of papers to be gone through later. She'd just stick them in the room for when she had a minute. And then there wasn't a minute. And they piled up.
She has a good heart. She salvaged things for her daughter that someday her daughter will be glad to have back. She keeps everything. Sometimes that's a good thing. Other times, not.
Miss June is a collector of seeds. She likes growing things. And like other things, her intentions were to have a yard full of flowers and a garden full of vegetables from the seeds she kept. What she has now is a starter kit and hope from me that someday that will be a reality.
As thoughtful as she is, she is every bit that much disorganized. I helped her this weekend with that. Boxes are stacked and labeled. I bought boxes and the GF scored me a baker's dozen from her work. Boxes are properly sized for their contents so they're not too heavy.
I also came to understand that Miss June has had to let a lot of things go in her life and maybe that's why she hangs on to stuff the way she does. I threw away papers, magazines she's never going to get to read, and stuff like that. I was careful not to throw away keepsakes, cards, pictures, memories, and for some reason, she'd put away some things of mine that I'd have thrown away as well. That kind of surprised me.
Properly boxed and stacked, the room is only half-full. On friday, you could barely get the door open. The GF came over and lent a hand today. She vacuumed for me and helped me box up a bit of stuff. I was very grateful for that, but I could tell she was having a hard time with the whole process. I don't blame her. That's kind of a mess I needed to clean up on my own. Sometimes things evoke memories, and in my case, though, time has healed the wounds.
I am kind of sad though, because I miss the old lady. But she did one thing that was super sweet before she left. She wrote "miss you" on the kids' chalk board.
That's really about all I have for today. Yesterday it was about stuff. Today, it's about Miss June, and the things I know about her that I didn't pay all that much attention to.
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