Wednesday 15 June 2005

In one week, the boys will be done school and the packing and cleaning will begin. Aside from our clothing and my computer, I will have to fit my bass guitar in and several boxes of "sundries" — those material goods that keep coming to me, no matter what. Like the box above, and many other items that have assembled around me and I'd like to take home. Like one of the vases that came with a flower arrangement after Mom "stepped out," and her accordion! Yes, I am getting to keep her accordion! Not that I can play it. Not that it IS playable, as the keys stick. But I don't care. She kept it for many years in storage even after it couldn't be played anymore, so I figure it meant something to her. She didn't allow it to be thrown away. Maybe I can find someone to fix it, and who knows, maybe someone will learn to play it. At the very least if I have it, and it's working, one day a visitor will pick it up and squeeze out a tune. And won't that be great? I think so.

Meanwhile, back on the farm, my poor Scottie is looking around our little house, packed to the rafters, and wondering how on earth he is going to fit me back in there.