In the big scheme of things, it is not that dramatic a thing – this going up into the attic on repaired steps, but in my little world, it is a landmark. It is a project continuing. Today I enlisted two helpers and bucket-brigaded boxes up to  place for non-Christmas storage.  What the occupants of the boxes do while they are up there is okay with me, as long as they clean up after themselves. Let the bells jingle! Let the nuts crack! Let neckties that play a Christmas tune when squeezed play away. (Maybe, the batteries will wear out.) It’s a live and let live world in the attic.

What was uplifting was the downward spiral of collapsed old boxes as I tossed them down to the lobby on their way to the trash. Ah, the lobby, you wonder. This is it in a nutshell: The house was enlarged and what was the fourth bedroom became a room that linked the original hall to a new bedroom and a large room over the garage. It’s a crossroads. It needs a skylight because it’s too much like an imagined windowless waiting room in some KGB days, although it doesn’t have a lone lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It has a lone light fixture.

Back to the jettisoned collapsed boxes: It is a tiny nod to order.

I am ignoring the fact this is a post of unordered paragraphs that ramble off on their own. Too much, too fast might prove to be dangerous to my health.