We awoke to brilliant sunlight, quickly followed by thick overcast which transitioneed to the present mostly sunny skies. We are promised rain later.
The cardinals are making a grand vocal display, so loud their song can be heard by others as we video conference. One of the trees in our back yard has come fully into leaf and is now beginning to blossom. This behaviour is rather unusual as most of our flowering trees and shrubs bloom before setting on leaves. I might just look the tree up as I don’t recognize it.
We are tired, make that exhausted, and sore from a week of deep spring cleaning driven by the necessity of getting Jennie’s mom’s lovely home ready to be placed on the market. Wednesday movers brought some furniture from there to here, a few pieces for us and more for the boys’ camp in Maine. In order to make room for the furniture that will remain here, we had to let go of stuff which has meant many trips to the local charities. There will be more trips after Jennie’s mom’s house sells.
This past Monday our movers took some nice furniture to our preferred charity who had promised to take all of it. Sadly, when the movers arrived, they were informed there was no room left at the site, so off things went to the dump. The one piece the charity kept, a nice wooden filing cabinet, was apparently left out in the rain….
All this got me to thinking about Saturdays at small town dumps in Vermont. One of the great pleasures of these places is the sense of community that develops over time as people drop off what can, or can’t be used, and others peruse the valuables. What can’t be used is very much an individual decision and artists often dig through the waste piles in search of treasure. Chances are that had that well, but carefully, used furniture gone to one of those dumps it would have all found new homes.
The process of letting go of a much loved house, to say nothing of a deeply loved family member, is just plain hard. We talked over keeping the house but decided it is just too densely packed with memories, so we move forward with this latest stage of grieving and letting go, feeling a bit guilty that we feel growing relief as the process, hopefully, nears an end.

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