Been very busy lately. Niece moved into her first home, so became mover. Parents bought new house again and their current one was supposed to be retirement home, but moving closer to siblings.
So been helping pack as well as moving furniture out as mom posts it on whichever marketplace type thing she is using. Started working on dad's "shop".
He calls it that, but it is the only shop I have ever been in, where it is full of tools and one can't find the simple things like a hammer and tape measure. And siblings and myself laughed as if you can't find a 30 foot tape measure, you could combine all his yard sticks in metal, or the ones in wood, to measure that.
Very much kept everything in there. Old checks, tax records back to their first year of marriage, every scrap of leather that is a cut off, things he used to use in one of the Webelos craft skills things that he hasn't done since I was in, etc. etc. etc.
I knew he had grown up with depression era parents and learned reuse, recycle, as the story about building the cabin with warped wood that had to be prybared in place and burlap sack curtains, but I had hoped he grew out of the keep.
Not so much.
We have our work cut out when he passes. Which may be sooner then later from moving all this c...
We finally sent him out for more boxes and started pitching things when he was gone.
He had a men's tool sale a few weeks ago, as a start. wasn't even a drop in the bucket.
I am wore out.