beneath time’s soft quilt

beneath time’s soft quilt
a treasure lies undisturbed
yellowed pages sleep
ink trails all fading unseen
to follow those who left them

[12:31 pm]
So, the house is being cleaned once again.

Actually, Ayeka and I decided to finally get around to moving our books into the library – admittedly five years after I moved into the house and a full two after she did as well – since we’re having an organizer come over this week and it really doesn’t do to have such a mess around the house. Much of the collection is admittedly mine, my manga, poetry and software design books, so we’ve been consolidating the material that my late grandmother had on the shelves and organizing for disposition of the material.

Much of what we’ve collected is actually unnecessary or unwanted. She was a notorious packrat when it came to anything that was handed out at meetings (and my grandmother, she should rest in peace, was a member of a great many organizations). So there are all kinds of recycling bags to go to the curb on Tuesday when we have our next collection. On top of that, we’re also going through things such as photo albums and the like to decide where they need to be going… and then there’s the odd treasure… like my grandparents’ high school and college yearbooks.

Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve just ‘come upon’ yearbooks – I found my parents’ in my mother’s basement when I was a teenager – but it’s just interesting to try to read through all the comments left, and looking at how they were around my age…. Just odd….