Wednesday, March 5, 2008

FOG AT 7 A.M. / 32 DEGREES

















Yesterday I completed the emptying of my storage unit. I feel as if I have moved away from a place where I lived longer than I needed to. It's a good feeling. Still have to sort through the last of the possessions that I brought home yesterday, most of which are books, some of which belonged to my mother and father. As I was carrying them into my home I thought, "If I didn't have all these books, it would be much easier to move." I'll be wearing a dust mask as I sort through them, letting go of those that I can't read again anyway because of my sensitivity to book mold. Most of the books were in my storage unit for that reason, but I wasn't ready to let them go completely. I remember how difficult it was to let go of my father's moldy papers from his college days because letting them go felt like a betrayal of him.

A few days ago, while sorting, I found these handknit socks which were a gift from the mother of a former classmate who came from Turkey to study at our local community college in the early 1980s. I love them. They keep my feet warm on this chilly foggy morning.






















Update: A clear sunny day at 11:30 a.m. after the fog burned off. It's 55 degrees out on the porch now. I forgot to say that the fog this morning was filled with the sound of the Canada Geese who arrive here this time of year. The swallows usually arrive within the next week. This is the week my daffodil bulbs will begin to bloom.

I am finding that I am able to let go of approximately half of the books which were in the storage unit. That half will go to "The Friends of the Library" who will sell them, and the money will go to the public library. My delight in the other half of the books is still strong, and I've made room for them.

4 comments:

Dale said...

I'm trying to force myself to get rid of all those old papers, so as not to inflict this on my heirs and assigns :-)

robin andrea said...

When we moved from California to Washington we weren't ready to part with any of our "cherished" papers and things. Now that we are planning to move again, I'm already looking at which things get tossed, which get put out in a garage sale. I have fallen in love with the idea of letting go. It's like a romance with freedom.

Fog here in the morning and then a beautiful, sunny afternoon.

Dawn said...

We too had a very nice day, freezing this morning but lovely sun this afternoon, the sunset looks like it could be a good one. I love throwing away stuff, one less box of stuff to try to find a place for. I am with Robin, freedom!

Lee's River/Zlatovyek said...

Thank you for the sound of the geese. I can just see their ragged threads in the sky, like broken html code (just lost a post to broken html code, hence the unexpected pairing)
beautiful socks!