Lughnasa College Moon
Files and notebooks. Old magazines, posters, prints, objet d’arts, paintings, novel notes and manuscripts, office supplies. Perhaps more books as I admit I can let go of some of the ones I saved back and some of the books on my study bookcase. Not let go as in red tape, outta here, sayonara, but let go as in green tape box and inaccessible until the move is over.
This sorting is even more intimate and difficult than the books. Do I really need all those essays on the humanities I’ve saved over the years? Well, of course. Do I need this one on quantum mechanics? Maybe not. How about the files on the Great Wheel? Definitely. And what of the art do I love and which do I merely like? The likes go. The loves stay with me.
Those stone sculptures I bought at Artisans D’Angkor in Siem Reap? Stay. The Shiva Nataraja I bought in Boulder? Stay. The Open sign we bought at the going out of business 
sale at Lights on Broadway? Stay. O.K. This might be hard, too.
This is getting ready for SortTossPack who will come again on September 26th, a week from this Friday. We plan to have them pack the fragile stuff, some of the art, carry some boxes, take some furniture back to the consignment shop. It’s also, of course, getting ready for the actual move. Soon now we’ll need to contact moving companies, get bids. Wow.