I stepped into the garage a couple days ago and this box caught my eye. It made me laugh. There have been days it made me cry… but I think I’ve moved on to a better place.
When you step back and take a broader look, there was nothing remotely easy about getting here.
…. and another view….
I can’t show you the other side of the garage because it’s just too hideous.
But the good news is, it’s alot better than it was.
Since most of my stuff can’t live inside with me, I decided to sort a box or two a day…. inventory, repack, properly label, then haul it to the basement. Out of sight, out of mind. I think that will feel better.
I’ve uncovered several boxes labeled “Nany Box”… the label neatly printed by my daughter-in-law, Courtney. I am lucky enough to have two amazing daughters-in-law. But Courtney has the misfortune of living near me… or rather near where I used to live.
Late last summer and early fall, she came over faithfully… sometimes with little ones in tow, sometimes not and packed like a human dynamo. Looking at the contents of several “Nany Box” boxes, I can only wonder what she thinks of me.
Nany, my maternal grandmother, was a prolific artist of many mediums. I, the adoring granddaughter, was the one who couldn’t say “no”. So, now I – – I mean we, well actually… Courtney, paid the price by having to pack all that stuff.
I tried desperately to keep ahead of Courtney…
“yes, yes all those dishes on the table can go – – these are yard sale – – this is garbage”, trying desperately to sound like I knew what I was doing.
But I couldn’t do it. She was too fast for me. We had used all the perfect sized boxes and were down to the gigantic or too small. I couldn’t make a decision. I stared blankly when she asked what to do with something. I couldn’t even tell her what some of those somethings were.
Nothing deterred her. She packed away, probably thinking the garbage can would be the better choice. But she was kind and sweet because that’s how she is. When she asked how to label several boxes, all I could think was call it “Nany Box”.
So far, I’ve unpacked five of these. There are a couple more in the garage still. One had absolutely nothing of Nany’s inside. I should have had Courtney label them all “Utter Confusion”.