Ten boxes arrived on my doorstep yesterday.

Tomorrow starts the process of going through them and sorting out what I want to keep and what i'm going to sell. Friends of mine have expressed interest in the collections, and I'm going to be donating my old computers to the YWCA so I'll have room to store the things I want to keep but don't really want to display. (Like my bell collection. All those antique bells, some of them inherited from my maternal adoptive grandmother...)

I think I'm going to combine this sorting process with spring cleaning. I am *itching* to throw open the windows, get rid of the clutter, and clean everything. Wash the curtains, clean out the closets, scrub down the walls, all that good stuff. It's not yet quite warm enough to work in the garden, but that may well start next weekend.

I want to start on this *now*. I washed almost all of my bedding yesterday, mostly finished reformatting the Machine Formerly Known As Escher (which will be ebuillent.annelon.net, a backup DNS server, next week), and attempted to do a little cleanup in the office. It didn't work so very pretty good--there's just something about having a naked computer next to the desk and a computer on a chair next to the workbench that just doesn't lend to a calm, quiet atmosphere. Not to mention that the cats have decided that the papers on the workbench are theirs to play with. Heh.

I also think I'm going to relocate and simplify the altar in the living room. I really do need that shelf for books, and I haven't actually done much of anything with that altar since I moved in, unlike my personal altar in my bedroom, which is very much a working altar.

Most of all, I want to just get everything I've been delaying for the past three months done. I want to get everything cleared away so i can paint the kitchen cabinets and plant the garden. Spring is here! Time for a new beginning! Now!

What I brought back with me on the plane:

• A small Wedgwood box that I regard as exquisitely ugly but may be valuable
  
• Four iridescent champagne glasses (not flutes)
  
• assorted bits of Strawberry Shortcake dolls, found while going through doll clothes
  
• a teacup in my Blue Willow pattern
  
• pearl necklaces (no, not real pearls)
  
• a painted statue of a woman, packed in a small box with Styrofoam peanuts
  
• a glass and gold pegasus, the sole survivor of the '89 quake that claimed most of my glass animals
  
• a quilt bag in shades of green that I have developed an unreasoning, unreasonable fondness for in the past few days. I think it's pretty. It's perfect for carrying knitting. Or cross-stitch. Never mind that I don't knit, or cross-stitch, or in general do any craft that is appropriately carried in a quilt bag. This must have been a gift; it's not something that I would have ever bought for myself, but it's the sort of thing that other people have bought for me, for my entire life.

These soft things. These pastel things. Because I am a girl, i guess.

And because nobody, ever, knew me. Okay, a few people made some good guesses. But my family never knew me. I hid everything from them.

Which is why it's funny that I love this bag, now. I love its softness. I have visions of art supplies and paperbacks stashed in it.

I don't know what I'm thinking, either.

K is home!

Picking her up involved going to the airport at one in the morning (her plane was delayed) and I wasn't able to meet her at the gate, as they shut down the concourses in the wee hours except for ticketed passengers, but we managed to find each other. She was tired and frazzed but looked happy to be out of the airplane. I was *quite* happy to see that she'd made it home in one piece.

"But that is the way of life I guess
rarely are we treated to enlightment at the right time"

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