Upstairs I've tackled the kitchen. I seem to remember clearing out the cupboards a couple of years ago, and my daughter went through them in the fall. Yet I still found stuff I don't use, need, nor want. I started another box for D with a cake decorating kit, cookie cutters, and a spring-form pan. She bakes more than I do, and is more likely to use these things. C has a box started too, with storage containers, dishcloths, and coffee grinder. Then there are the boxes for donation to Community Living. I'm up to three currently, though I've asked C to grab a few more paper boxes at work as I have at least enough things to fill another one.
While there are still other decision to be made, the major area left is my bedroom. I do have two bags of clothing set aside but will make another sweep of the closet and dresser before I call for pick-up. There's also the bathroom cabinet - I know I have far too many lotions and other sundry items. I did a clear out awhile ago, but for some reason the stuff seems to have multiplied again.
Another consideration is what will go with me when I move. Cheapchick had mentioned in a comment, a couple of post ago, that moving to the island can be expensive, and I've determined that only a few pieces of furniture will come with me. When my son moves out, he can take what he wants, and then most of the rest I'll dispose of, either as donations or to the dump. (My bed fits into that latter category, as the cats have destroyed the box spring from beneath, and the mattress isn't in great shape either). I've already sold my dining table and chairs. My goal is to have no more than a studio apartment contents by the time I'm ready to move.
These two pieces will definitely be included. The china cabinet was my mom's. At one time it had inserts in the glass doors, but they were old and brittle and my mom removed them. As a result the doors are somewhat fragile, so it will need to be packed carefully.
This desk was actually my paternal grandmother's. Dad received it after she passed away, my mother never liked it, so it passed to me a decade later when I left home after high school. (That's over 40 years ago!) The third drawer no longer opens and the second sticks badly but I love it anyway. Perhaps I'll even get around to seeing if it can be fixed.
I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself a bit, as there are several steps before I can actually make a move. Not only do I need to wait until C finds a place of his own, but my house has to sell. Since I won't be putting it on the market until later in the spring, that isn't going to happen anytime soon. But in the meantime I'm feeling productive in doing the clean-up, getting better organized with the knowledge the house will present much better. Plus I'm enjoying checking the real estate boards and looking to see what may be out there for me.
I had thought the cold warnings had been lifted last week, but I spoke too soon and we went straight into the deep freeze. My brother sent me this snippet, with a comment, "I'm glad that's over". I responded with, someone has a different concept of what extreme cold means than I do. -40C with the windchill is freaking cold to me!
However, looking ahead the forecast suggests we won't go lower than -23C at night with the exception of one night in the next seven days. It will be a relief, as I'm starting to feel as though I'm got a bit of cabin fever. With the exception of shovelling snow, and walking over to the mailbox, I haven't been out of the house since last weekend. I'll go to dinner tonight, but my son just called, and he needs me to run down to the office to give him a boost. He'd pulled the battery and allowed it to thaw out for the afternoon, but it hasn't enough oomph to get his car started. I think we'll all be glad when this weather finally breaks.
I'll end this post with a photo from a long ago vacation to Victoria, on Vancouver Island. It was mid-October and a rather rainy day if I recall, but still a wonderful time.
Have a great weekend everyone!