Damn Typo Boy! I barked a sardonic laugh at that.
Folks, I am done. I am in packing Hell. And my estimation I am in Dante's Hell - I am not sure which circle features regret and recriminations (perhaps all of them?), but I am there in an endless loop.
I decided to tackle the garage now before it get too hot, and in the garage I have boxes that remained sealed from my move into the house from 8 years ago. Yes. YES.
Half of those boxes are boxes that I packed from my parents house because they moved into their retirement home the same year I moved into this one. So I never did unpack those boxes. I have stuff from my childhood and college in those boxes. As I peer into each box, I get a flash of my youth, and while most of my flashes are positive, I unexpectedly started crying when looking at a note from a staff member at my college who died years ago WAY before his time.
And I decided to take a break when I opened a box and it had my little teddy bear from when I was 3 years old. Oh I love that thing.
Yesterday, I found a Merlin. I was fucking overjoyed to find my Merlin. I loved that thing to death when I was a kid. Don't know what it is? [link]
I am hugging my teddy bear and waiting for Zenkitty's comfort food!
my joint was Merlin and Spirograph. Period.
I'd forgotten all about Merlins, but had one as a kid!
My BFF of 36 years and I have gotten into knock-down-drag-out fights complete with setting surrounding terrain on fire while shooting Roman candles at one another, so I can't quite wrap my head around the idea of no fights in 2 decades, nevermind being worried that one would end the friendship.
Timelies all!
Saw TDKR last night. Enjoyed it. Trailers we got were, for the most part, not to my taste. (In other words, no Hobbit)
I strongly suspect that it's also because the Paterno family donated a ton of money to build that library, and that's why his name is on it in the first place, so it would be kind of awkward to keep the building and take down the name.
There's probably also a contract around the donations that stipulates the naming.
Oh wow, le nubian - I would normally say to get rid of anything that hasn't been touched in 8 years, but not if you're maintaining the historical stuff.
Sophia, I had a good friend of 8 years standing break off and (4 years on) still isn't talking to me. Evidently I rang her cellphone too many times in a row when she didn't want to talk. Anyway, when it's something so bizarre, I can
intellectually
say that they're not worth the effort of friendship.
But emotionally I still find myself bereft, especially as we have enough real-life and online places in common that I still come in passing mention of her often on a weekly basis.
One thing that hobbles me when I try to get rid of stuff is that I feel so damned wasteful throwing out stuff that could, with a little effort, be useful. Stupid stuff, like small plastic bottles with secure lids that would be great for holding beads--except I've already got a stockpile of those sorts of bottles. Recycling around here, for a great part, is "If it's not metal or paper, your recycling bin gets dumped with the other can at the transfer station anyway". It feels so incredible disrespectful to just toss things. The thrift stores throw out more than they sell--I've followed trucks with the stores' logos to the dump, and I've seen the sorting people open bags, glance in quickly, and just toss the whole thing into the dumpster.
