The Remains of the Day...

There is no actual skin in this HNT. This is a half-naked last glimpse of the 'cleaning up' after the passing of my Mother's husband. He spend most of his time either in his office or in his garage...

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Obligation.

Responsibility.

Is it conformity when ones perceptions of these words change into satisfaction and peace of mind? I was always thinking that reaching for the stars meant no compromise, and for lack of a better phrasing, 'balls to the walls' gusto. There is also the mind set I had that having to do something always meant I would resent it.

The little rebel in me hasn't had her last hurrah, to be sure, she'll always be there. I just find a sort of gratification in a job well done when helping my Mother through this. All at once, I feel as if I am duty-bound yet completely cheerful about it all. Please don't misunderstand, the situation is nothing to feel joy over, but rather taking the burden does not lend me towards feeling put upon in any way shape or form. I don't believe in selflessness either though, because any satisfaction I derive or good feeling in helping completely ruins any sort of sanctimonious moments I could have. I'm not pious nor am I selfless.

So, here is my HNT this week. A sort of 'before and after' of the sorting of grief.















What you can't see, and will have to imagine, is that this 'before' photo, is actually a lot cleaner than when I started - and the two cabinets where completely packed, along with another wall of shelving with just crap. This doesn't even cover the storage unit, or the garage - which I am also including a picture of what I'm going to start tackling tomorrow. Speaking of which, do you know anyone in the Cleveland area who is interested in purchasing a drill press??

Presenting - the task for tomorrow...





















Happy HNT Everyone!