A Monumental Task
Sorting through 7 years of accumulated treasures and the
overloaded truck of treasures culled from 20 years at our previous place
in Alaska is a job I have been dreading!
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We spent much of the free time from last winter sorting
through the treasures in the house. This
job has begun to actually wind down.
There are a remnants of the battle still scattered around the house and
one room still needs some mop up action, but the end is in sight.
Looming on horizon is the shop with its piles of tools,
exotic hardwoods hauled from Alaska and other treasures too important to part
with. You know, all that stuff we haven’t needed in 20 years, or couldn’t find if we did
need it. Looming over each day, those piles aren't going anywhere unless I get a start! If
we are going to sell this place we are going to have to deal with it!
Squatting in the hillside behind the house, the barn waits
with more of the same. Equipment to fuel
the shattered dreams of a farm. Residue of countless projects stumbled
through in a deep migraine fog. Jobs that HAD
to be done even though I barely had the strength to get out of bed. Overwhelmed with a family and a farm to take care of, I stumbled on to the next project.
Scattered nearby are the piles of farm equipment essential
for the farm powered by real horsepower, that was never to be. More relics of broken dreams. Dreams lost to years of illness and pain.
Last week I bolstered up may courage and attacked the
upstairs of the barn (it was raining outside anyway!) I dug into piles of wood scraps and years of
old hay, shoveling and carrying it out to be burned. It’s amazing how much garbage can pile up in
a few years!
There was actually some good stuff in there too! So I decided to stack it in three piles,
stuff we are taking, stuff we can use when we remodel the bus for the trip, and
stuff to sell or give away.
Chore time rolled around and I straightened my sore back
from hauling countless loads of useless wood and hay out to the burn pile After
stacking the last 60 bales of hay into the corner I surveyed the job with
satisfaction. An awful lot more got
accomplished than I ever imagined in just a few hours.
Maybe the shop and
the outside will go faster than I think!
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