Co-op recently informed us that our sewer is scheduled for replacement this coming week. To ease the pain of packing and re-locating the basement, they provided two assistants. I decided to tackle the task in advance of their help. Later this summer, Sue and I plan to downsize into a nearby condo. Determining detritus is a standard moving exercise. This time there is literally no room for error or unwanted sentiment.
During the past two days I scanned almost every book, file, and personal memento in my ‘archival collection’. For some sections I made wholesale stay or go decisions. Based on volume, about 20% will not make it to new quarters.
Each item returns memories, ideas, or names thought forgotten. We have lived and worked in two countries and countless communities. I wonder if a respect for the past is a pre-requisite for attachment or am I elevating other emotions and habits? Items once of sufficient value to shelve, file, and note go into recycling or into green bags. Records of yesterdays co-mingle with today’s trash in the truck’s hydraulic jaw and belly.
Gone now, and, no doubt, as forgotten as before with little chance of resurrection. More room for fresh perspectives and current materials. Hopefully past lessons will stay, albeit in a presence more felt than understood.