Tuesday, July 22, 2003

Pack With Care

Everywhere are boxes. Boxes for here, boxes for there. Boxes that need sorting, and those that need tossing out. We have been at this for a while now, even living with twenty or more boxes of books on the porch. Today Friends of the Library will pick the books up. Elmer is coming in his station wagon. And so, slowly the decks are clearing.

Grandpa is with his son. Tonight Grandma will be on her way to Oregon. In another two weeks a moving van will have room on their schedule to pick up Grandmother's belongings.

We keep finding treasures, like old pictures and favorite trinkets, an article clipped from a newspaper, tia Maria's tortoise shell fan. Most of the time we are too busy to pause and let our emotions take hold of us. I can imagine that in a few days, after they have left and the changes we have made are plain and open, I will sit wrapped in my Grandmother's rebozo and cry. I couldn't be happier for her, but she is one treasure I will never be content to let go of.

Thank goodness we find moments to laugh. Be careful, and don't seal any box or bag until you have checked it for stowaways. Diego nestles himself wherever he can, and preferably with a Beanie Baby or bear.

Not that he always treats his favorite possesions with complete affection.

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