This pile of red oak was here before I arrived. It was cut on this property, and Ken helped mill and plane it; he worked at a local mill in exchange for getting wood sawed and planed so he could build. This pile was intended for the flooring on part of the main level. The other flooring is tiles he made. A divorced friend asked about it once. Ken explained that someday it would be …
The sun inspired me to return to sorting, clearing and cleaning. And I found a piece of wall as a result! I consolidated all photos and slides. I will sort through those soon!
Since Ken’s death I have been cleaning, sorting and clearing. As I planned to visit my parents, I decided to skip to the top floor and clear a nice space for my farm sitter to sleep. The area was all torn up as I had given away a queen sized futon from a double bed frame (it was as Garrison Keillor would call it a deep valley bed). When friends took the futon, they offered …
I am moving through piles of my stuff. From this to this. and I have been working along that east wall . the boards and tiles Ken intended for the floor remain. There are still three boxes of rags to take off seams and buttons. and four boxes of brewing and beading supplies to sort. Then …
Well, after dismantling and moving the shelves to the front door, I realized there are boxes piled up on the south wall. And the remaining barrels have grain in them. And I have fewer chickens so grain is getting eaten up more slowly. What to do? This morning a before gallery owner came to take some pots, I was scouting for the rest of the shelving in storage to add what is by …
In 2014 Ken bought tubs and built the shelves so I could store rags for rugs in a more organized manner. I filled tubs and people gave me more and more rags. I started saying no to more rags. Part of my mourning Ken’s death, and starting a life without him is sorting and cleaning. I find I want to clear the house and then introduce things back as needed or wanted. Space has become …
