Thursday, July 04, 2019

it's like a little prayer

I had a lovely day in which I didn't accomplish as much as I probably should have. However, I sorted through some boxes of stuff that had belonged to my grandparents - there were all sorts of treasures, including the manual and parts list for our five-gallon ice cream freezer (the manual was printed in 1923, which is not a typo - we really do save everything). There was also an ancient photo album with photos that included Uncle Walter in WWI (also not a typo), old Doc Duden (one of the early settlers in the county back in the 1800s), and a bunch of photos of my great-great-grandfather's generation.

But what do you do with such treasures? These people were mostly dead before my dad was born, and their names are slipping into dust. I did not remember this album existing before today, although I guess it used to be around Gram's house; if it had gotten tossed I wouldn't have mourned it. And yet now it feels wrong to get rid of it - so it went back in a box, to be dealt with on another day, perhaps by a lucky estate executor....

I spent a bit of time on the back porch writing, and I also got [censored] to help me unload the desk I brought back from Colorado. It was eventually suppertime, which was delightful... My dad smoked a pork butt over the course of the day, and my mom made potato salad and layered lettuce, and it was super yummy. We also played a game of Ticket to Ride, which ended so woefully that I won't share any further details. And now I need to sleep - goodnight!

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