Sequels

Sequel to Easter Blog.

Months later, I found the crowning glory in the house our renters left so immaculate last Easter.

Cloves under the sink in a net bag tied with a red ribbon.

Sequel to lost camera.

Just this morning,

DeRay found Amy's camera

that we could never find after family reunion

in July.

It didn't get thrown out with the newspapers;

nothing ever has been thrown out with the newspapers;

it's the first accusation

always.

In its black case exactly

like DeRay's test strips for blood sugar,

it has been safely

sheltered on the same shelf.

Camouflaged.

Sneaky.

Resolved.

Too late.

She loves her new camera.

 Sequel to Shower Remodeling:

 

Thanks to Brooke for a great summer's work.

Sequel to Dejunking:  

Last but not least, the garage.

It's not perfect by a long shot, but it's 99% better than it was.

 At least all the insecticides are together and all the oil and auto parts.

 The ceiling.

DeRay hasn't been on his recumbent trike for 15 years but he can't stand to part with it.

At least five trips to DI and more full garbage cans.

Ah, it's so liberating,

emancipating,

redeeming.

I can't even express the relief.

Who would think we'd become slaves to our junk?

Thank You Kind Lady from the Dude Ranch in Montana

who inspired me to

begin this quest.