Moving Lesson 1

So here’s the deal.

I’m really trying to pare down.

I hope to be extra efficient as I downsize into a smaller home.

But here’s the problem.

I sat down.

My excuse was a sore right leg from lifting too much on the weekend.

Though I kept on working while seated.

Well, sort of.

I was stripping family photos out of albums so I could toss their tired covers.

But I was beginning to have fun.

Maybe too much fun.

And that’s not allowed when you move.

So from my kitchen stool, I picked my next target.

I looked up at all the dusty glassware in the dining room.

I eyed one too many crystal vases.

It was a prime candidate to go because of its weight.

I was about to make my move when a photo fell on my lap.

Then a second, and a third.

And there was Mom in all three, looking pretty and perky in her favorite pink suit.

Mom’s smile in the photos is one I still remember. She was at her retirement party held in the middle school where she taught.

And I saw in the second photo that the gift from her co-workers was the same crystal vase now living in my dining room.

I immediately moved the vase over to the ‘keep’ pile.

Mom also received a book on the life of Claude Monet at the celebration.

I’m betting that gift’s in the house here, too.

Likely buried with those still to be dealt with 800 art books of my late husband’s.

So here’s my first moving lesson.

If you want to learn efficient techniques, I’m not your best teacher.