The End
Is there really an end when the sifting and sorting begins? I think not.
Today, I checked things out and we only have to keep 3-4 years of income tax forms. Thank you! We have several cabinets in our living room with drawers. Yup! Even drawers no higher than two inches can hold a lot of paper stuff. A plastic bag next to my chair and one by one items were gone through.
Dennis thought all of his items were ready to hand off to his daughter Sandy . . . not so. More photos that can trace his grandchildren from 0-present day. Even some photos of his time in Korea. I was very happy when he took pen in hand and put the date on them . . . 1955. The photos gave him pause and I am sure along with memories.
We are both pleased with our endeavors. Do this sifting and sorting right the first time and it may not have to be repeated. You now that is not true . . . I know that that is not realistic.
In between time, I poke and stab a few stitches. That time allows me to ponder what the next step is going to be and where will it be. I was always one to keep info manuals when we bought something for possible replacement parts. That filing cabinet in the studio is the next on my list. I would bet money that some of the items are no longer on board here at Stauffer Avenue. I glanced at the cabinet when I took our paperwork from yesterday down to the Harbor Freight storage container on one of the shelves. When I snapped it shut, I couldn’t look the other way.
Our dehumidifier has a filter screen mounted on a stainless steel frame. There has been a lot of fuzz and threads going on in the studio. Megan’s sewing project alone looked like a hen had been in molt. All I needed to do was unscrew the panel holding it and take it to the sink to run water over it on the backside to flush off the stuff. Got that done. The next was the furnace filter. I need to make a reminder that I put in the last replacement one.
My day is closing and I have had a successful one.
With that I will take my leave. ♥