Much clearing out of the garage today: my cousin Jon valiantly came with his car, and, among other things, we took a whole load of elderly electronics to the tip. I am quite sure that Ray was keeping many of them in case they Came in Useful - endless cords and leads, of course; electric fires dating back to the 1960s; a floor polisher from the 1970s; a portable TV from 1976 - some of these items had reached the status of being held on to by him because he thought that they might have museum value. I felt as though I was murdering them, tossing them into a huge metal waste bin - although there was also a cruel satisfaction in seeing them smash (not all of them ... TVs and computers and cell phones clearly had a more sophisticated form of dissection awaiting them).
But it was easy, if somewhat sad, to see why he might have kept all of this - and much more besides, that's still to be re-homed or rejected. Less comprehensible was this full, unopened packet of cereal with an expiration date of April 2018. I mean ... this was hardly something, one imagines, that he was going to feed the foxes. Maybe the squirrels ... but then, surely one would go right away and toss little handfuls out to them? He was never a cereal eater - my mother was, but this packet surely predates her death. And it was tucked away at the dusty back of a shelf. I'm truly flummoxed.
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