This is the Mothership people...
Its a bit of a mess, but I can lay my hands on any book or bit of paper needed in about ten seconds, so it only looks a mess.
Its been such a wild cold and windy day outside, I am reduced to posting piccies of here...I think even the dog has had more than enough attention for today...its so bloody cold and nights coming...
I've had a couple of glasses of that foine old cask I(called a gins purse oooahh that'll lose me half my blog roll sorry folks) of Columbard Chardonnay... needs must, but not too much as if I fall over sleepwalking like Sling did (Nah don't mean it Sling) then I really might be dog meat before anyone realises...he has to eat.
(I just realised that on the back of my chair is the name "Jennifer") Had it for ages...got it freebie from a business that was closing down... god knows why that fan is in the picture...its probably frosted over by now.
Now here's the hub - all those black ring binders are balanced precariously on cardboard shelves...again, needs must. The top row is mainly artwork etc. The next are full of letters and drawings from Melissa and Alison over the years. they grew up and left home in 1994, so a lot of letters and cards. The next row are two volumes of dad's letters to mum between 1946 and 1949 when they married. Its about 150 letters. They are a treasure. I photocopied them out after mum died in 1993 so all five of us sisters would have a complete copy. I intend if able to do something withe these. Mum's replies to these letters were burned by Dad's mum the old Catholic proddie thing... would have loved to have them as she was an expressive writer. Then there's two volumes of letters from mum to me, and they are also treasured. On the next row there are five full volumes of Don's and my letters to the editor over a 20 year period. Thats a real record of our public lives during that period. Don had no hand movement and used a stick attached to a Velcro thingie and would tap out each key laboriously like this. The issues he wrote on were many and all good stuff; anti privatisation, anti world bank, IMF, GATS, GST etc etc, pro local community, pro access for disabled, pro compassion for those society rejected... we were quite a team. The next row are poems and stories I have written over my life...most of them not so good, but I enjoyed myself. and the last lucky last row are legal type things, such as when that bastard of a fake nurse we hired nearly took our house away from us.
But this last shot, oh well just ran out of room...and it's going to take time, still got some Santa stuff there from last Christmas.
Hope your day was more interesting