Tuesday, April 21, 2015
It's the church rummage sale. Time to divest. That means tie a rope around my waist and enter the paint room. Oh my, what a plethora of memorabilia awaits me. There's an entire bread box of old letters and newspaper articles. There's a 1993 diary that my wife kept. There are recipe books. There are napkins left from our wedding reception. There are newspapers published on the day I was born. There's paint...lots of paint...useless paint...but I doubt it would be appreciated at the sale! Having found two box loads. I am now taking time off to write. And then, nap. And then, anything but return to the paint room. I know now why we don't do rummage sales of our own! Too many treasures! Among them, not found in the paint room but nevertheless important, You!