More to the Story
Well, the big couch is gone. Off to a place of charitable giving where I hope a family will find a place for it. It was made by Bassett so I think there are a lot of years left in it. Meanwhile, my front room looks airy and open as planned. Next up will be the old entertainment center. It’s sort of sectional, which means the top, housing the TV, can come off. The TV will go on the wall. The bottom will continue holding my electronics and the top will get the turntable and pictures.
I admit, it’s a little terrifying being the sole decider of what goes where. It was easier when my wife was alive. That was mostly her job, although she gave me a fair amount of input and I never felt left out. Now, there’s no one to question my judgement, so the only person I really need to please is myself. Of course, it’s not like I’m covered up in company anymore, although two of my cousins were here yesterday after we paid a visit to the cemetery. So, while I may have a house full of design faux paus it will be my house. And I will literally have to live with it.
And that’s okay. Because while the house is a place where I now live it is still a place where we once lived. And just like the geological formations I love, you can look at the strata within the house and see remnants of the past occupants, and divine the story of what went on through the pictures and memorabilia and even the furniture. And I’ll be the wind and the rain, carrying off some of the sediment of the past, and building new earth, a new life, until one day there is no one left to care.