Small Things that Take Time

Ken viewed everything as a potential material for a project of some sort.  He loved finding things.  He was a hunter and gatherer.  Some people called him a pack rat, but he used what he had.  Who else could build an entire chicken coop from scavenged materials? 

 

 

People called our place the “Reuse center.”  But now I want my house back.  I am sorting through boxes, drawers, tubs of rags people gave me for rugs. 

 

 

 

Today I sorted the towel closet.  For the first time in recent memory there are shelves with space.  This whole pace is like this closet: packed full and in need of sorting, to find space.  Progress, slow, but progress it is. 

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