As Gilbert and his pal Sullivan said years ago, "the flowers that bloom in the spring" have nothing to do with this blog post. Stil, they are in abundance and merry so I thought you might like to see them.
This post is actually about death. Well, the aftermath, actually. Our friend, John Morser, died abruptly recently and today there was an estate sale. John was a local professor but he was also a professional photographer. He had some Finnish ancestors as does Lynn.
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You know how it goes: there is a house of his that he uses daily, hourly, minutely, until he doesn't. Once he is gone, his stuff remains. An active, intelligent, long-lived man can accumulate quite a bit of stuff: tools, kitchen utensiles, books, electronics, plus a large collection of photographs, some mounted, some framed and all that now available. We bought a book about Finland, a CD and some basic tools that Lynn's artist co-op could use.
Most of those shopping seemed to me to be quite aware of why this house and these belongings were being sold. Most of us had gray hair and other marks of maturity. I suppose, like me, most of the shoppers could picture their own houses being toured by shoppers. We all realize that our bikes and our cameras and our saved magazines, our tables and our chairs will all change hands and locations someday, some day far into the future. One of the shopper told Lynn that another estate sale was also going on, just a little down the road. I really didn't need anything at either place but Lynn gave it a once-over.
