I didn’t plan these 48 hours: climbing ladders and cleaning attics.
Blame two insurance companies and Covid‐19.
The latter led to what I call a Double D.C. with DH.
Translation: DeCluttering & Deep Cleaning Project with Dear Husband.
With time on our hands and remembering last fall’s house‐clearing experiences, we began The Project.
This weekend, it was the garage; today, the front closet and our attic. Of all the ancient goods we rediscovered, only two of each now remain: boxes of books and nearly‐new suitcases.
There’s an ancient stuffed reindeer bagged up there, too. A post for next year’s holiday blog?
I’m grateful for an unused bedroom. It’s now two feet high with donate‐ables, all Goodwill‐bound when ‘Rona bails and frees us to venture wide again.
Post‐attic, I scaled a second ladder, this one at my sister’s house.
Standing at its highest rung, I looked down. Gulped. Hard. The ladder’s lowest step peeks right into her empty bedroom.
Sniff, sniff. I’m still not used to her absence, six months ago last Thursday.
A broken heart does what it must.
I climbed the ladder because we’re checking Mimi’s roof. Big Leaks, we fear. Total repairs are guess‐timated $26K+, funds none of us has. Hearing that number, I ouched louder than I’ve cried since this nightmare began.
But as I stood atop this ladder, my inner fight grew.
Get roof repairs fully funded, somehow! Either by the crotchety manager who just cancelled the existing homeowner’s policy because we don’t insure vacant houses or the new company which insists we’ve got to see the roof!
Me climbing ladders, much less two within an hour, marked a first. In these days, it’s particularly curious as Uncle Sam considers me ‘high‐risk.’ I stepped up anyway, scaling rungs and standing higher than nine feet, nearly twice my height.
Before the afternoon ended, I rejected a third climbing opportunity. No go! to the roof, I nearly shouted. Instead, two young hunks, shod in Super Soles, shimmied up to play their high‐in‐the‐sky games.
I played mine. I stood on terra firma and I spun around. My eyes spotted him.
A headless man, climbing a tree. Desperate to escape. Is that a stand‐in for me, today?
Take a peek: what do you see?
Your answer echoes the moral of my post: climb two ladders, save half your things, then go play.
Your life will be richer.
For each and every experience you name.