I’m more than half finished with my journal preservation project.

 

If I keep up the same pace, I ought to be finished by the middle of February. That would be lovely because then my only remaining daily task (other than livestock care) will be getting better at Spanish than I am now. And I can also focus on getting Charli vaccinated and an appointment made for ten days before our departure date to Costa Rica, which I am tentatively scheduling for the first week of September.

 

My living room is presently the staging area for an upcoming DeForest Kelley/Star Trek TOS garage sale, so I can barely turn around in there. And there are still two bins of Kelley/Trek items here in my den to go through and arrange before I can take them into the living room.

 

GARAGE SALE 

 

Slowly but surely, the rooms in this house are emptying out. Every Saturday of February from noon to three I’m having garage sales, and every week more items will go out the door, so by the time September rolls around, all that will be left will be the items I’m taking with me to Costa Rica or the items I needed right up until the last minute.

 

I’ve already started two U-Haul Boxes, but the books I put in them are coming out (which will leave just one box with CR-bound items in it), because I’m planning to have a book reading and  signing this spring or summer so I can sell them.  I have them all on Kindle, so I don’t need hard copies.

 

I plan to rent a casita (a 400- to 550-square foot place) so I mustn’t take anything unnesessary except for my favorite plush animals. I’ve chosen about a dozen to take, and most of them can hang in nets from the ceiling, out of the way. (I may, at the end, even elect to offer the plushies at a garage sale because in Costa Rica real wildlife is everywhere, so I don’t need substitutes! But my giraffe and oragutan and a few other treasures are not native to CR, so I will probably take those.)

 

I’m weary. It’s tedious taking photos of each  page of my journals (even though it’s super fast). But whenever I stop and take a closer glance at a page or two,  I realize how crucial it is that I do so. There are memories and images in them that I had forgotten about, and seeing them again makes me smile…

 

 

De and Carolyn meeting Prissy, my chinchilla

Deaken and me sharing a burger at a Shambala outreach event

Personalized signed photo from “Fuzzy Kelley”

All kinds of good stuff.  Letters galore that I wrote to the Kelleys and kept copies of.  (As hysterical in retrospect as they were in my mind when  first wrote them!  I’d forgotten the vast majority of them.)

 

It’s all good!