Also trying to get rid of: fantastically large number of matches, over a dozen candles, hair products of various descriptions, accumulated Christmas cards from sales of Christmas Past (making real progress on that one), and the many many many legal and letter-sized pads that we collected during the cleaning out of the professors’ building that one summer that I worked at the college…
I’m getting there.
It has been an interesting week, though. Fo sho. Like, I had never expected that the smell of a newly-opened bag of Tostitos would remind my of my husband. Who knew? Wow, though, man, I opened up that bag and all my reflexes went, “WHAT? You went to the store and bought CHIPS AGAIN? I COOKED food for you! REAL food!” And then I ate an entire batch of guacamole by myself.
Which reminds me of another reminder. Who knew that I would actually want to go out for a run, just because it reminded me of Joe? That’s power, right there. Something that makes me want to go out and be miserable. Not that its an option, anyway, because it has gotten so BLEEPING COLD around here all of a sudden. (Whence cometh this new typing in all caps habit? I think reading others’ blogs is rubbing off on me. And I used to be so good with italics, too. Sad.) I mean, seriously, like in the 30s all day. So cold that the ice I dumped out of the recycle bin did not thaw after a full day of sitting in the grass, half of which was sitting in the grass in the sunshine time. That’s too darn cold for this clime. One of the selling points, in my head, was that we wouldn’t have to endure another Virginia winter.
So much for selling points.