Paintings have been stashed in the top of the coat closet. We now have more platters than we'll ever use at once, and more bottles and jars of spices than I know what to do with. (Mom snuck the entire contents of her spice rack into a box labeled "kitchen stuff". If you need spices and live near us, please, come and get some! Seriously!)
It was a little weird to be dividing up the stuff in my parents' home and taking it away, but as my brother commented, it was a lot easier to do it now, with them helping, than in a few decades with them passed away. Mom's comment was that they really love that house, but can't imagine spending the rest of their lives in Harrison. And that it's a lot more house than the two of them need, and a house is like a purse: however much space it has, you will fill it with stuff.
