I had been putting it off too many times. The year is about to end and I have not
finished clearing up the last of the rubbish stored in my mother’s basement.
Last week, I finally went down to the basement armed with my
not so original mantra, clean up, give
away, simplify life.
But if you are like me, the tasks takes awhile as picking up
one item after another triggers a memory. There was my dad’s old floor lamp, my mom’s old
pots and pans used for too many family meals, a petromax that brought light to
those dark brown-out days, and a box containing chipped figurines for a
Christmas belen.
Just as I pulled out one of the wise men, a thought dashed
through my mind. Put up the belen.
