Wednesday Junes 22 2016  UNBELIEVABLE MESS

Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings…that describes how exponentially my mess has gotten away from me.  The garage is full to overflowing, both kitchen and formal dining room floors cannot be maneuvered, piles of that which is no longer needed sit dejected, waiting their turn to  be taken to their final resting place on this premise.  The garage is the chopping block, so to speak.  If you make it to the garage, YOU ARE HISTORY!  And believe me, everything is priced to sell. 

Ads are out, signs are made and will be put in place by 6:30 a.m. tomorrow, and I am exhausted with much more to do.  Some things will come out as others leave and make room.  We will also spread out into the driveway once we are certain the rains are gone.  Yes, rain forecasted for today, tonight, and until 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.  So we roll with the punches. 

We had hoped to have an auction instead but were told that we did not have enough stuff and that what we had (mostly antiques) were not selling very well at present.  It seems the coming up generation is a “throw away” generation and do not have tastes for the antiques of the world.  We’ve asked our children if they wanted certain things but only a few are they interested in.  So, out it goes. 

I also found out today that dust can become a solid.

SUCH DIRTY DIRT

By Kathleen Martens

June 22, 2016

 

Delving deep in the closet

Above, beyond, and out of reach

I discovered a dirty secret

One I just can’t keep.

 

In places that I never see,

Or think to vacuum or dust,

Is a place that should be cleaned,

And it really is a must.

 

My short arms could barely reach

From the top rungs of my ladder.

But I was able to get those cobwebs

That hung like wispy tatters.

 

But oh to my great surprise,

The dust on boxes draped

In solid mass across the top

And actually had to be scraped.

 

Such dirty dirt I’ve never imagined

Sneaking in when I couldn’t hear.

The top shelf was strictly for storage

For the past thirty years.

 

But inside, the box was pristine,

As were my hats from years gone by.

All passed my minute inspection,

So I decided to keep them until I die.

 

Actually, after I had everything laid out in the garage that I could possible fit in, I decided to attend my garage sale and shop.  And a few things made it back into the house.  Not much, but a few!  Maybe I’ll have the nerve to take a photo in the morning so you can see the immediate cacophony of “things”.  Perfect synonyms for the word “cacophony”, “dissonance and disharmony,  because that is what it is.  But, except for the things I must place and price tomorrow morning, is quite orderly and organized (for a garage sale).

Tomorrow is more than just a garage sale to Dave and I.  Tomorrow is our 43^rd anniversary.  So of course I am a bit nostalgic as I reminisce to our wedding day.  My sister Velma was my constant companion, friend, and helper during the days proceeding up to June 23^rd.  And 43 years later I would like to again say to my sister a heartfelt thank you for helping and guiding me through those days and months leading up to my wedding day.  Some of your advice took and some I am just beginning to grow into.  Thanks for not giving up on me through all these years.  I may not have ever grown up like you think I should have, but at least I’ve grown old.  And just so you know, sister dear, not growing up is much more fun than is growing old.

Today, buried in a cubby of our dresser I discovered a little wooden plaque that had a poem decoupaged  on it.  It was written to me from Dave.  He wrote it before we married.  I would like to share that poem with you.

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By David Martens

Written a short time before we were married on June 23, 1973.

 

If time made a sound

What would I hear?

Would it be like the soft

Breathing of someone asleep?

Or would it sound like

A swift current in a river?

Oh No, That couldn’t be.

Instead, it would sound

Like a strong heart beat.

That heart could be my heart.

And my heart beats for only you!

 

How sweet is that?  Thank you sweetheart!

 

Thank You God for 43 years with the man You brought to me.

Thank You Lord for giving me the strength I needed to prepare for this garage sale.

Thank You Lord for all the beautiful memories I have relived over the past few weeks. 

Thank You for my life

And thank You for hot, running water.

 

GOOD NIGHT AND SLEEP TIGHT WITH THE LORD’S BLESSING UPON YOU.