CLEARING OUT . . .

AND CLEANING OUT

Emptying the hallway closet . . .

. . . then this storage closet . . .

which my Dad specially built to hold all his paper goods.

If the Apocalypse or Armageddon were to come,

he was fully prepared with boxes of tissues
toilet paper, napkins & paper towels!

You think I'm kidding . . . ?

FORTY-EIGHT boxes of tissue
(not counting the one or two boxes in every room of the house) . . .

. . . which fit nicely into the hallway closet,
as I planned to take down that utility closet.

Did I mention the hundreds of candles I found?
In case the lights go out in Yuma, I guess.
Also, light bulbs, extension cords, non-working Christmas lights
(carefully packaged and labeled DO NOT WORK 1999).

It was emotionally wrenching for me to get rid of so much stuff
that must have been so 'valuable' to my parents, but meant nothing at all to me.
Not even the Christmas ornaments; I saved ONE from all those I found.

Napkins (each package holds 500 napkins! . . .

. . . and other paper goods . . .

. . . which also fit nicely into the hall closet . . .

I was, as before, bringing things outside to put on the wall facing 13th Avenue,
from which they disappeared within a few hours.
Other items I saved for The Assistance League of Yuma.