paid the price for that

so. here's how the weekend started. i needed to go to my storage rental to get my christmas gear. unfortunately, for over a year now there has been a coiled snake in the form of a memory box sitting in storage as well. every letter and card exchanged over 25 years. (remember when we didn't have email and cell phones? yeah.) i can hear some of you thinking, "why didn't you just throw the whole box out?"

well, because it contained letters and cards from the kids and richard's relatives. it's not that he deserves my energy to sort these out it's because that's the person i want to be. no matter how much someone did not like me i would think it would be wrong/evil for them to destroy my memories of my kids and family.

yes, i read a few of the letters he wrote me. i saved two. one he wrote me from tech school and one of the last ones he wrote me from the desert. not sure why i saved them. the painful part was each letter/card was signed "love you forever".

yeah. had myself a good cry, drank a glass or three of wine and took a nap.

after that i seemed to get a second wind for the rest of the weekend. i cleaned out my storage cubby at my apartment.

messy

everything that hadn't been touched in 15 months either was trashed or taken to the thrift store. all i need now is a storage shelf...like the ones i left at the house...grrr...

then christmas pretties.

much accomplished this weekend. but now i'm trying to keep my eyes open at work. 

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