My mother-in-law passed away recently. No, that’s alright. I am doing fine. Believe me.

But with death, comes the usual disposing of all the crap someone has accumulated over their lifetime. And believe me, she seems to have had more than her share.

How many doilies do you need? How many spools of thread, wall hangings, or purchased over the telephone kitchen appliances do you need?  

And why does everyone, except me, seem to want to have them transfered to their house so they can be accumulated for the next generation to move when we pass?

The arguments about evolution or creation have died down a bit over the last few years. But I assure you that evidence shows that man may have evolved afterall. Not from the monkey but from the packrat!