Today is the day my art collection goes to my nephew in Portland.
I cannot tell you why, but finding a home for my art caused me more concern than trying to find a home for my library or my LP collection.
We are not talking about Picasso here. But the art is museum quality.
When I was ordered to Europe the first time, the wife of a commander suggested that I pick up as much art as I could. I followed her advice. First, with a series of Dutch oils. Then a few British water colors (or would that be "colours"?), pencil drawings, and oils. And a third group of lithographs and oils from Israel, France, and Italy.
I could have placed the pieces in one of our local galleries for re-sale. But the collection is complementary. And I wanted to see it go as a lot. That made re-sale almost impossible.
As has happened so often with this house sale, the solution came ready made. I was over at my nephew's house celebrating his son's birthday. In passing, I asked if he and his wife would be interested in taking my art on loan. They jumped at the opportunity.
I spent a day wrapping each piece in bubble wrap. Tomorrow, I will be up early to pick up a van from U-Haul. And north the collection will go -- with my brother's help.
One more task checked off of the list. And one day closer to my return south.