Whilst continuing to tidy up and organize this past weekend, I was privy to the lovely storage-above-the-garage area, largely ignored for the past 15 years. I hauled my heavy duty shop vacuum up the stairs, extended the electrical cords and began to search for treasures as I discarded old boxes kept for unknown uses.
To say that everything stored there is mostly everyone else’s stuff is quite true. To say that what I acquired in the vacuum was mostly mine, is also true. The winner for items other than dirt were: green boa feathers, (Everywhere!) metallic pompon strips, (From days of yore, obviously) floral lei flowers from the self-made PVC pipe “tiki bar,” and of course, grass skirt strips from the costumes matching the tiki bar. Yes, I acquired an entire wardrobe room in that vacuum, even though my costumes are all kept in one outdated toy box. Somehow, they get used and slowly leave their souls to my attic floor.
Next – I’m going to try and find a home for some concrete cinder blocks which the builder of our home left here 28 years ago. I’m on a roll, anticipating the reopening of the world!
(That reminds me of a song – Jesus Jones’s Song, “Right Here, Right Now..”) Lines from the lyrics which stick in my head: “I was alive and I waited for this…right here, right now, there is no other place I want to be. Right here, right now, watching the world wake up from history.”
Well, the song is actually 29 years old. Just a little history repeating…