Lost and Found

  My Action Plan is to find time for writing. Part of that includes being organized, decluttering our house and simplifying our lives.
  My husband of almost 31 years is 120% on board and over the past few months, he has been relentlessly going through our home, room by room, and together we’ve been sorting things into three categories: keep, donate, and garbage. Garbage was the last option and reserved for things that are iffy, broken, the unexplained (why did we keep this??) or those things that had simply disintegrated (various crafts and art made by our children). Donate was for anything useful, in good condition, that might be used by another human. Keep was those things we wanted to keep, with a few provisos. It had to either be used all the time or seasonally. It had to fit one of us NOW (clothes, boots, etc.), have a future purpose (toys saved for grandchildren), be any type of books (all books stay!), be something we use, or relate to something we use (stuff for the trailer, kayaks).
  Label maker in hand (yes, even the label maker is labelled!), different sizes of bins and containers at the ready, the basement, the main bathroom closet, craft room, guest room, kitchen and back hall have been perused, pondered, pitched and prettied. As our son commented when he came over last night – there’s room in the basement storage area to hold a yoga class now!
  We unearthed treasures in boxes that hadn’t been opened for years. One such gem was our collection of record albums – 396 at last count. Our turntable had long been retired and our music replaced on CD but both of us were loath to part with these albums – they represent much of our lives. They include albums from both sets of parents – Dean Martin, Broadway show tunes, Charley Pride, Roy Orbison and Frank Sinatra just to name a few. K-Tel records abound from my teenage years, 45s from the 60s, David Cassidy, Rick Springfield and T-Rex albums that forever hold their place in my heart and my memories.
  My husband had a plan. Gift card in hand, he went to The Source and purchased an Ion record player that is  battery powered and can be connected to the computer. He alphabetized the albums (much discussion was held regarding where 10 CC went, or if The J Geils Band went under J or Geils) and helped me clear a space in my writing office for the record player.
  What was lost was found – not just music, but memories and highlights from our lives.
  That is why as I write this blog today I am listening to Three Dog Night's Greatest Hits on vinyl. Three Dog Night was the very first concert I saw, in Edmonton in the early 70s. Hearing the songs bring back that night and reminds me of who I was then and who I am now. Same me, just a little older, a little wider, and a little (lot!) greyer.

  Still remember all the words to the songs though. :0)