Good Weekend

I've been cleaning out the shed the past couple of days. Our local SPCA is having a yard sale next weekend and the weather is reasonable so it seemed a good time. I discovered where all the mice were living during the winter and what they were living on. Did you know mice like birdseed, preferably finch food since niger seed is more expensive than wild bird seed. Sunflower seeds apparently are another good choice. I thought they were packed better than that but ... oh well. These little critters ate the styrofoam cups and the coffee packages packed in a critter-proof container, they didn't much care for the coffee just the packaging; maybe I should have left decaf for them, and they nibbled on some papers that, fortunately, weren't of any importance. They left finch food and sunflower seed shells scattered all over (not to mention droppings everywhere). Since, thanks to the gophers, I'm on a vendetta anyway I decided a couple of Decon packets were in order. The good news is, I didn't find a single spider. I can handle mice, hate spiders. The shed is cleaned, the dumpster is a third filled, and the items for the yard sale are ready to go. Productive weekend.

It's kinda fun going through packed away stuff every so often. I find a few smiles every time. Not all my memories are in the chest in the back bedroom. I found some fun things boxed away in the shed as well. There're pictures of the grandkids when they were babies and youngsters and Grandpa had them out in the pool teaching them to swim or at least not drown, family pictures from summer visits and Christmas' past. I came across the box of little doo-dads that we thought were important or cute and that we picked up and gave each other at one time or another. I've been through these enough times now that it didn't take the better part of two days (or even one) like it used to for me to go through them. And it gets a little easier each time to cull things out. It's funny how the importance of various items diminishes as the years pass. It'll be cool to walk into the shed and be able to reach what I went in there for. I realize it won't last, but that's what spring cleaning is all about isn't it?

Time to take Kate for her walk, feed her and the felines, and hit the shower. I think after church tomorrow I'll devote the day to Mary Higgins Clark. Her new book arrived this week and it's been calling to me.