Coming home from work has been interesting lately. Glenn has been shipping boxes of hoarded ephemera up from PassedAwayMother’s house. Most of the time it’s just been a box or two. I usually wait to open them until I’ve been home for a couple of hours. Then I just give them a quick glance – old letters; magazines, zines and minicomics I’ve contributed to or traded for. Stuff that I don’t want to start unpacking until I’m in a more permanent residence.
There were twelve comic book long boxes and one magazine box on the porch yesterday. I’m not opening those. Comics. Once I open those it will be hours before I’m useful again. It was hard enough sorting them last year in California without looking through them. Then I had a deadline.