So... There I am. THE ATTIC.
I've gotten rid of everything that I can get rid of.
I've moved almost all of the furniture to different rooms.
Just when I think I've got this attic empty and ready to start decorating it I notice a box. It was under one of the gable windows that had a dark curtain hung in front of it. Which I guess is why I didn't see the box. Either way, I'm walking into the gable, sweep a web outta my face (I've gotten waaaay too comfortable with spider webs) and almost break my nose when I trip over the box and fall against the window. The curtain came tumbling down "let there be light!"
I go to lift the box and the thing is sooo heavy. I figure it must be another box of books... so I rip the tape, pull back the flaps and instead I find more junk. A stack of old maps from North Carolina and the canals. Some pictures, a couple of books. Something that looks like a journal and more crap. I swear this man collected more random stuff. But then I got to thinking. All the knick knacks and stuff I carried out of here tended to be grouped together. He collected a lot of stuff, but he was neat about it. and orderly.. Almost OCD about keeping like items together. Boxes of books. Shelves full of paper. Racks full of clothes.
This is a box of random, and I mean random items that only go together because they are in this box.
I left it for tomorrow, since its almost midnight and I am exhausted.
