Little by little, I'm weeding out the last vestiges of stuff from the old house. All that's left to empty is the junk-room, about which I've blogged many times before. The day of reckoning has come, and I hauled quite a few boxes over in my little red wagon this morning.
I moved most of my diaries over here almost as soon as the mobile home arrived, but I keep finding more.
I haven't always kept journals and diaries, but I do have many years' worth. Cliff enjoyed reading my 1992 diary in its entirety last night. He says it surely makes him thankful for his job; '92 wasn't our best year, financially.
Most of the junkroom stuff really isn't junk, I suppose. It's pictures and mementos, mainly. I found the ex-daughter-in-law's yearbook from the year she graduated, and she'll take that. I found a few things my daughter might want.
There are some things I'd like to scan and share in my journal, but for some reason, my printer/scanner acts as though it has no power. Yes, it's plugged in. But when I push the power button, nothing happens. And I just used it three days ago.
Anyway, I'm about to get the things I intend to keep in containers. The real job would be to sort 10,000 pictures by the year they were taken... or even the era.
There are Christmas decorations in one corner of the junk-room at the old house, but Cliff is going to put those in the attic of the garage for me. I'm just waiting for a dryer day, so I won't be tracking up my sister-in-law's house.