I spent the day with No.2 Sis, scrapbooking some of the photos left to us by Dad. We made one scrapbook of Mom and Dad’s wedding photos, circa 1951. We made another album with my Dad’s report cards, Air Force National Guard memorabilia, post-graduate certificates, work awards, community awards and more. My goddess, I thought I got my hoarding tendencies from Mom. Turns out Dad had a touch of it too. We threw away a bunch of the stuff he kept with all that memorabilia. A letter from the Veteran’s Administration authorizing a request to visit the dentist. An invitation to a Christmas party, with no year on it. An article about a man who caught a big fish. No idea who the guy was. If anything was in the least bit interesting, we kept it.

I’m pretty sure I have none of my report cards, but I’m glad Dad kept his. A’s and B’s in math and science. C’s and D’s in English. No surprise. He was an engineer, not a writer. D’s and F’s in physical education! Surprise! F’s in conduct! Surprise!  My dear, angelic looking Dad was a bad boy! Mr. Law-and Order was a rebel without a cause!

Sis and I found the whole experience exhausting. Was it all the old energy attached to the photos and the papers? Was it just the sorting and the decision making? I don’t know, but I’m glad we’re done for this weekend.

Meanwhile, I’m still working steadily on the house. As I continue to declutter the art studio, the rest of the house slowly slides into chaos. People warned me not to put a chair in the Queen bedroom, because it will collect clutter. What a bunch of nonsense.

Queen bedroom chair

Queen bedroom chair

 

Um….yeah, nonsense, see? Don’t worry, Bella the cat was not under the stuff.

Queen bedroom chair sans clutter

Queen bedroom chair sans clutter

 

Whew. Anyway, I pulled two more bags of recycling from the studio. That puts me at 150. I’d buy myself a present but I still haven’t hooked up the Amazon Fire TV that I bought myself for reaching 100 bags. Maybe I’ll do that tonight, after I layout the week’s clothes, and cook a big pot of something for the week, and…well, maybe next week.

Stay tuned…