|And back again.
||[Apr. 14th, 2008|08:48 pm]
walking to the Rockies and it always just boggles me.Drove back yesterday afternoon with a trunk full of boxes, paintings in the back, and a stuffed pheasant in the passenger seat. The vast open prairie is pretty in its way, but it's also uniform and empty in a way that I think is only made bearable by passing through it very quickly. I think about pioneers |
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.
1. I didn't realize you were gone!
2. Where are your parents going to live now?
1. Just for the weekend. Up Saturday, back Sunday.
2. They're staying in a fifth-wheel trailer this summer up in Alaska while they caretake some parkland. After that, they'll either find a house to sit through the winter to see if they like it there, or they'll be off to Tucson, Arizona.
You know, my parents have a house on the market right now . . . . Just sayin' is all.
I grew up in Rapid City ... didn't realize how close your folks have been to SD.
It's interesting to me to have seen the partial 'yuppification' of Lusk, WY over the years (driving back and forth through it on my way to and from RC).
Yeah--I really agree about the "now better than later" thing for dispersing the schtuff. If nothing else, ideally they come to visit and get to see you enjoying it. (Plus I have these nightmares about the 900 boxes in my parents' basement. But that's my trauma, not yours...)
"Stuffed pheasant"? Sounds delicious.
(Thank you; I'll be here all week.)
Oooh, taxidermy! My favorite!
Sounds like fun.