Crap in the Attic
It's official - a bunch of guys in tool belts will be arriving December 1st to begin destruction on our house and take away large piles of money. We have the building permit (after some minor wrangling over niggling things like roof pitch), and closing is tomorrow. In preparation, we have been clearing out furniture and boxes from upstairs. Some of this is stuff we got from Mom when she moved, but some are actually boxes we have moved multiple times without opening. In addition to the usual out-of-season clothing and guest-room accoutrements, we have found the following:
- all the get well cards my classmates made for me when I broke my nose — in 6th grade;
- the map that was taped to the inside wall of Aunt Karen's Ford Econoline van during our 1979 trip from California to Ohio;
- scads of old music, including pieces of the Flintstones opera we wrote in Micah Rubenstein's music theory class in 1988, and an original Hugh Resnick composition;
- that black bean and lime chili recipe we'd been hunting for; and
- Christmas cards from my orthodontist, including one that featured PacMan with braces and a Santa hat.
posted by Alison @ 3:08 PM
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