Falling to Pieces and Finding Some (Human) Gorilla Glue

Garage sales, to let go of “stuff” that filled a big house of family and business … goodbye, goodbye.

Five thousand more of my husband’s books left the house by a rented hauling truck, headed for New Jersey, all mysteries, mostly signed first editions in gorgeous condition. Oh good, that meant I only had another six thousand to sort, pack, and find homes for, in the shadow of Dave’s death. It sounded better than the 20,000 I’d begun with, but still …