So I've succumbed, finally, to the cleanup frenzy that seems to have seized the nation since we're in virtual lockdown over this damn virus.
On Good Friday, Rob and I tackled the sunroom - specifically the built-in shelves containing a huge number of books, DVDs and CDs (yes, we still have those). I don't think I've dived in there for about five years, so there was some dust (understatement of the century).
Fred was an enormous help, of course. Not sure why he always has to be in the middle of things. I thought cats were supposed to be aloof. This guy is probably the furthest thing from aloof. But anyway.
The good thing about extracting all those goodies from yesteryear is that we took a little trip down memory lane.
We might just be hoarders - although everything is dusted and neatly put back in its place now. NOT piled up in every nook and cranny.
We have box sets of movies old and older - like the complete Carey Grant and the entire run of Battlestar Galactica. Rob and I have been old movie buffs from the get-go. When I was living near Monarch Park in east end of Toronto, I'd rent videos of Kate Hepburn, Bette Davis and, of course the Thin Man series with William Powell and Myrna Loy. We'd tuck in and watch them for hours. Wait a minute, we've been self-isolating for 30 years - so lots of practice!
We took on the 'junk room' upstairs yesterday. Yikes. That's where we just dump stuff we're not using any more. Three, count 'em, three scanners. Two rocking chairs and a vintage iMac that has to be a couple of decades old. We also have photo albums dating from the early, early years of both our families. Amazing how my hair-dos have morphed and transformed over time. Blonde, red-head, curls, dead straight, even a shag when my brothers decided it was a good idea. You name it, I've had it.
We even found the coin collections that my dad received from Roy Inch and Sons (his work) every Christmas. We have the sets from 1982 to 1986.
We remarked that, given the times, they may actually be valuable as antiques one day. I'm pretty sure paper and metal money is going the way of the dodo.
It's hard to believe that people are dying in their thousands and we're living through a horrible pandemic. That's why we have to be extraordinarily grateful to be healthy and safe on our little (now cleaner) farmette. Hope all the friends and family are tucked up and safe, too. Until next week.