Here’s to the special days that honor mothers and fathers.
And to the vast difference in how those holidays are celebrated.
MaLinda’s wish for Mother’s Day was cleaning out a small building once used as a coop then later as a potting soil room.
Suffice it to say that tiny structure’s purpose shifted to throwing – and very little – gentle laying of ceramics and other objects too numerous to count.
Well, that accounted for a transfer station trip Saturday morning.
But the second half of the day remains in MaLinda’s hands as part of her idea of fun – the storeroom.
As in all the wonderful collections that accumulated there over 15 years, by late Saturday they lay rejected and scorned as no longer desirable.
I, for one, cast several votes to save the relics of golfing and camping trips.
The demise of one set of golf clubs was ensured by this Hill Country boy’s underestimation of how humidity and salt air work.
There was no return for those clubs.
As for my other once-valued life jacket for kayaking and camping backpack, they were set upon by small furry rodents.
A better set of clubs is in our exempt-from-organizational-sorting closet, while the better camping gear remains safely stowed away.
I might add that store room includes piles of Bay City Sentinel back issues, paints of varying hues, paving tiles left over from the pool makeover and MaLinda skillfully culled what had to go.
There wasn’t much argument about the various iterations of weed eaters that long ago had bitten the dust.
Fortunately, I’ve recently returned from some hospital stays, so I played that card.
But not well enough to avoid exhaustion by the end of the special Mother’s Day on Saturday.
Funny how objects we rarely see are completely forgotten, until we come across them again and a flood of memories summon up a lost memory of decades past. They’re all gathering dust at the transfer station.
Well, that being said about MaLinda’s choice of Mother’s Day joy making, she worked the hardest in turning the store room into a picture of orderly perfection.
Me, I would have stopped at the good enough for government work stage.
