Good morning folks
Yesterday I moved the last item of my mom's earthly posessions, and this morning I find myself feeling over the grief of death, but I am not over the grief of having my garage clogged full of furniture and clothes, wheelchairs and walkers, and the accoutrements of age and senility.
For some reason it reminds me of an early Asimov novel about society and aging, in the future of humankind on a crowded Earth.
It is the story about an Earth where people my age have chosen not to exist.
Fortunately on this Earth people my age cannot only choose to exist, but choose to skate if they are able.
I think this morning I will choose to do that.
Then I will call all my relatives and find out if they want any of the stuff in my garage. Hopefully they will not fight over this stuff like a bargain sale at Kmart, and it will all disappear in short order.
If it does then I will be able to get to my gun bench hold my motorcycle out of the corner and put a new clutch in it and generally clean up my garage so it's a usable shop instead of a cluttered storage bin.