I spent this weekend emptying my Mom's basement. This was one of those Outward Bound experiences where you "Conquer your fears!" and learn what you are capable of. I 'splain.. I know my Destiny.. It was shown to me when Sweet G was but a babe...
It is known that Someday I shall inherit my Mother's Basement. I had already witnessed my Mother's Destiny when she inherited first my Grandparent's Attic, then their Basement, and finally the Apartment. I have seen the shrouded mysteries of "Why was this saved?" and "What IS this?" I have born witness to the 45 year old home canned tomatoes and the WWII surplus supplies. I know the fear of "Did that die in here?" I have, in fact, had nightmares about my Time.
So I grasped this chance to purge and identify. How often is a basement completely emptied of all its contents? So while some might see this as the removal of the ancient oil furnace and carcinogenic duct work, to make room for a new efficient furnace, I see this as a chance to rewrite my Fate. Ooooh the purging and sorting that occurred! And ahhh, the organization that will follow. It is well worth a sore back and a weekend spent in the dark nether regions.