At some point in my early life — back when I still lived with my folks and brother — I made a chain of paper dolls labeled “A Happy ? Family.” Judging by the shirt my brother is wearing, this was probably created after his skiing trip to Colorado. I was too old, by then, to be making (really badly drawn) chains of paper dolls, but my lack of artistic talent has been written about before today.
I cannot figure out Dad’s sweater. I don’t recall him ever wearing a red sweater like that. Or plaid trousers. And I might be on the far left in brown instead of next to Kevin in green. Dang, I should have labeled them when I drew this.
Today I went through a box of letters. I found three that I could toss. One was a birthday greeting from Sue, one was a Christmas postcard from my Auntie June and Uncle Harold and the last was a thank-you card for a baby shower gift from the first friend of mine to have a baby ((A note on that last one — I saw her a couple of years ago at my high school reunion. She was in a wheelchair (fuck MS) and she and her husband had just moved in with the child whose shower I attended in 1977.)).
The correspondence went into the fireplace and burned in a glorious blaze.
Declutter 2018 count 18:
2 crystal unicorns, broken
9 letters from Sue
1 Loon Magic sweatshirt
1 shedding scarf
1 pair of fingerless gloves
1 wool underlayer shirt
1 birthday poster from Sue
1 baby shower thank you card from Chris and George
1 Christmas postcard from Auntie June and Uncle Harold