CLEANING HOUSE, pt. 1

A few days ago I ran five miles and began sorting boxes. Gary emptied the attics last month. Six months ago I began running again. Two years ago I decided enough was enough and I would eat better and lose some weight. We began isolating from Covid in March 2020.

All the boxes stored in the north and south attic went into the largest bedroom. Then we emptied the huge closet in that room and everything from under the bed came out.

I’d already sorted six boxes before taking this “before” photo. The canes hanging from the tester were my grandfather’s. There are leash sticks for a wider loom than I have stacked at right, plus two of my dad’s fishing poles, leftover fabric from upholstering two chairs, empty boxes from Starbucks that are nearly vintage, and boxed Christmas ornaments. Six huge tubs of family photos and negatives are not even visible.
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