Still cleaning. It's hard to figure what to with some things. One is sort of obligated to keep some things, but they just sit in a box in the attic forever. For example, my great-grandmother's fur stole. It is made of four small animals (minks?) sewn together. They have little faces and dangling feet and tails. It's just about halfway between cute and gruesome. I know neither Mom nor I are ever going to wear it, but we are keeping it.