Now and Then

I excavated a load of old cat toys.  One of them was an "activity centre" that I bought for the kittens in their first few weeks with us. Its been in the lift for a year, maybe two (maybe more).

It was particularly favoured by Shelby, and I wondered if she would remember it. I put it in the living room, expecting her to go gaga over it.

She ignored it, of course.

Part of me was disappointed. A bigger part of me was happy... happy that I could dispose of it  without guilt.

Shelby must have sensed this.

She spent the evening in it, lresumably being a kitten again.

I looked through my photos from 2019 to find one of her in it.  She was tinier then

Mountains Molehills

De-lofting continues.

I finally managed to get some tote crates.

It was a slowish loft day today because as well as blitzing through things, I was also going through memorabilia boxes, which just takes time. 

I did a lot of rearranging of stuff, moving "DH to review" stuff from one part of the loft to another,  and moving some of the cat stuff in its place.   I looked at the mountain of caterobilia,  and lobbed a load of it through the loft hatch.

I'd been bending and twisting to avoid beams, and my glutes started to really hurt.   I called a halt at that point.

I'd brought down some items to sell (my lovely wedding china,  some furniture),   and I also brought down a huge box of Molerabilia, from the days when I collected Moles.

I then created a disaster zone in my living room as I went through the Mole box, unwrapping everything.   So many of the pieces made me smile.

I put a couple of items, including a mole made for me by DH's kids about 38 years ago, to one side.  They will go back in the loft, in my memorabilia box.   I also found some misfiled Winnie the Pooh figures,  which were Disney ones (sadly) and were a present from my lovely aunt.    I think I may put them to one side to give them to DGS/SGDiL to mark the birth of their baby.

 The rest needs to be dealt with. 

But not today.