Sunday, August 31, 2008

Salvaging the Storage Shed!

Mom is on a cleaning frenzy and this time, it is all my "stuff" that is my rented storage shed. We or I should say, mainly Mom has been hauling my French boxes to our house to sort through them. When I left school abruptly due to passing out and Al had to do CPR on me, he saved my life. Luckily, he was taught to do CPR because of coaching football for so many years. He must renew his skills every year. Well, I became the recipient of his extraordinary skills as I hit the floor fast and he had to literally get me breathing again. It was traumatic for him, no doubt. I was too sick to get the fact that my life was changing fast and one would never begin to imagine how fast the change would be, nor how drastic.

At any rate, all of my stuff from B.-G. was packed up haphazardly and in reality, it is a mess. They even packed up the school's books, bulletin boards supplies, posters, etc. How crazy. Mom said toss it out, but you know me, I have to see every single paper and book and return what is not mine to the rightful owner. So, alas, our days have been spent tending to this overwhelming task. 35 boxes to go through and dispose of.

I am giving copies to a new French teacher in the Binghamton area. My friend JoAnne, who is also a French teacher, now retired, is in charge of giving the new young French teacher my supplies. Thanks, JoAnne. Meanwhile, we are packing up the school stuff to head back to its original home and Ginni has graciously said she would collect these boxes and return them.

So, my day today will be spend in the shed salvaging what I can, along with my mom and niece. The boxes are heavy and I worry about my mom's stamina and back. So, I have hired my niece to help out. She is very helpful and does everything we ask her to do.

You all know what I am doing on Labor Day. I am laboring away in the shed salvaging books, papers, posters, etc. I hope that you are not laboring away on this day. Enjoy the sunshine and warm weather.

May your Labor day be a labor of love.

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