WOW!

Thanks to some better-than-I-deserve friends, the Civil War antiques that used to reside in my living room now live in an air-conditioned storage unit a few blocks away.

Tomorrow I get boxes, and box up all the remaining junk. Telephones. Barrels. Knick-knacks. Scrapbooks. When I can get a small hole made in the garage clutter, I can put boxes there.

Here's what they took out:

a box grand piano
an electric player piano
a pump organ
two Civil War day beds
a Victorian love seat
a very large oak desk
two old cane rockers
a large wooden box containing WWI Navy memorabilia
a Victrola

Not all of that was in the living room, but most of it was. Now, I have a couple of tiny tables, a TV, a grandfather clock, a couch and a recliner. I have to do something about the floor. It is going to take a lot of digging in the sun room to get down to my superb coffee table--modern, wrought iron, with ceramic tile top, hand made--but that is going to be the centerpiece of my room.

Tomorrow, I box stuff up and clean the floor.

I feel truly humble that there are people in my life who would do this for me.

Thank you so very much!