More Attic Time

My days are really repetitive, therefore so is my blog. Four hours in the attic is about all I can take a day. I got through another quarter. The boxes that are unopened usually have some description written on it.

Why we moved old paid bills I will never know. One of the boxes had listed books, photos, gloves, dust. Hat was my sister being cheeky when she helped us pack. It was accurate. Most boxes were marked moving van. That meant they were less important.

I found more awards. Why in then world did I keep those? I got the money when I won them, who needs a plaque.

My favorite box was one that was marked “car.” That meant it was too important to go in the moving van. Yet despite being so important that it had to come in a car it was out in the attic unopened for 34 years. So I opened it today. It was a set of beautiful Wine, champagne and coupe glasses. I washed them and looked at my china wall to figure out where they will fit.

Russ made a cheeky mark that we could take some plate out and put them in the attic to make room for the glasses. I didn’t tell him I found a case of low balls.