Happy Dance.... one elephant down!

I can do a Happy Dance, today.  In December 2012, with the help of my best friend, Marji and her husband, Danny, I managed to clean out the summer home that Rudy and I shared in Maryland.  My other BFF, Debby, had gone down with me for the final push.  We had loaded up Danny's truck and my truck and perhaps (I cannot remember) a trailer to finish cleaning out the house so the new owners could take over and begin remodeling and making the place their own.

Since that time, I have had the back of the truck filled with boxes and bags.  I had started going through the boxes a little at a time.  There were many hands clearing out many things and I did not have the time to go through the stuff before it got boxed up.  We were running out of time to complete settlement by the end of the year and a new set of taxes that would have needed to be paid.  So I had no idea what was in any of the boxes.  I was fine going through the stuff.  It was mostly mine from computer stuff to sewing stuff and the like.  But one of the boxes had a little treasure trove of items that belonged to Rudy.  I was not aware that they had been in Maryland, still.  And when I found them, I was thrust back into some of the profound grief that I felt when Rudy died.  And since no one really cared and I did not need the truck for anything but plowing snow, I stopped going through the stuff in the truck.  It was just too painful.

As I had the strength or needed something that was in the truck, I would get into it and get a couple of things out or thrown away.  But the bed of the truck was covered with boxes and bags.

So, as you know if you are a regular reader, I am preparing for a visit from my son, Rob, a week from today.  It is a working visit and he will be helping me fix up the 10' by 30' room that was Rudy's workshop into a new sewing/craft room for me.  It will help me to get the clutter out of the upstairs and give me a lovely place to have friends come and join me in sewing and creating and laughing.

To do this, I will be putting down a DriCore sub-floor and then a laminate floor over that.  It is the perfect setup for a basement room.  But I need the truck to get the materials back to the house.

So, today, I backed the truck up to the Bagster Bag, and one box and bag at a time, I sorted through the remainder of the stuff, throwing out some of it and bring the rest either onto the porch or into the house.  I still have another sort or two to go through, however, I will find places for much of the stuff.

BUT, the truck is empty.  That elephant has been eaten.  Happy, happy, happy!!!!