Remember when we used to say that back in the sixties. "Heavy, man." Well, I'm talking literal heavy now. For the past few weeks I have sloooooowly been carrying Dad's book and record collection up to the loft so I can use the bookshelves for my art supplies and my own books.
Dad loved classical music and especially opera. He had hundreds of records. Sadly, his wonderful radio, CD player and turntable set up got hit by lightening and doesn't work or I'd keep some of these things at hand.
The stairway to the loft. I pray every time I climb these stairs. I finally devised a way to carry things and be able to use one hand on the rail.
Records or books are placed in a canvas sack. It's at the top of the stairway that lifting the heavy sack is hardest. But so far so good. It is just very slow. And I don't like to wear myself out so I only do a few sacks full each day. I feel sad sorting through these things that meant so much to Dad. I am wiping his presence out of the den, in a way, and installing my own presence. His ashes though, are still in a corner of the cabinet.
Today, Tuesday, I am heading off to the League of New Hampshire Craftsman fair. Should be fun. Be well, Suki