Memory Lane
Woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain, a steady rain. Walked out onto the porch to check it out. Listened for a bit then went back inside to bed and to sleep. It was a good sleep, and I woke refreshed this morning. The cats are fed, and the coffee is brewing. Not much going on today. I’ll venture out and buy the paint I need for tomorrow’s work, when a wall that’s been tan for nearly fifteen years gets a different coat. Then, on Wednesday, I’ll move the China Cabinet to it’s new home.
I also made regular trips to the attic yesterday, finding boxes, bringing them downstairs and unloading treasures. Seriously, treasures. Things we collected. Keepsakes. Gifts given to me by publishing clients. A hardhat belonging to my grandfather. My wife’s UH ID from 1992 when she finished up her degree. A glass with her name inscribed on it. Her mother’s badge from the VFW women’s auxiliary. More blue glass my wife collected. Two ceramic porcelain wire insulators. Depression glass. Three canisters of Wilson’s Teas of Distinction, most likely bought at Selfridges on Oxford Street in London because we both liked shopping at Selfridges and our name is Wilson.
A lot of this stuff will go into the China Cabinet in it’s new location, and I’ll be able to look at it every day, and think, wow. We had a good life. And when the kids come visit, we can talk about it, and remember things. And when the little grandkids come, we can do the same, and they’ll get to look at our David Winter collection and see all the nicks and scrapes because, in my day, my kids played with the collectibles, and why not? They were little houses and such. And maybe we’ll get them out and their mother and uncle can show them what to do. And maybe they’ll tell them about the time they used my car-top carrier as a boat and sank it. Although maybe that’s another story for another day.