Attic Treasures

Old pictures. Boxes of mail. Pictures stuck in between mail. Clothes. Wrapping paper. Empty bags. Purses. Shoes. Blankets. Glass jars. Picture frames. Candles. Jewelry. Books. Halloween costumes. Pumpkins for trick-or-treating. Fireplace screen. Cushions. Cassette tapes. Magazines. Sleeping bags. Broken chair. Suitcases. Knickknacks. Old pay stubs. Taxes from 1971. Toys. Dishes. Christmas decorations.

Attics are notorious for holding all kinds of junk. Things old and new. Things that we don't know what to do with. Things that we think we might want to hold on to. Things we may use again someday. Things we forgot we even had. This attic is no different. We are on day 3 of cleaning out the attic alone. All this stuff to go through is crazy! Part of me wants to just throw it in the dumpster and forget about going through anything. The other part of me wants to make sure we don't throw away anything we might want to keep. I know that if we just toss it without looking, we probably wouldn't miss anything we didn't know was there, but I just can't do that. We have already found things that are now treasures to me because they were Daddy's.

I can't believe some of the stuff Daddy kept. Some of it is funny. Some of it makes me shake my head and say "what was he thinking?" Some brings back memories of my childhood. I laugh. I cry. I'm tired. I'm emotionally exhausted.