12 April 2012

Things I Am Not Allowed to Do Again, Ever

Buy shoes.  Or underwear.

On another note, Blogger, I am not liking the new interface. At all.

On another note, the guys from the charity came yesterday and hauled away furniture and a couple of big boxes of kitchen stuff, and I have more things to load into the car and drive up to the place myself.  The dumpster was hauled away yesterday as well.  Painters came through with a price for all the work they'll do, $700, which seems reasonable, given the amount of work (and so says Steve as well): not sure when they'll be here to start yet.

More clearing out still to do.  I took a break from it yesterday; today it's back to work.  I leave for my next trip to New York a week from yesterday.  Suspect the house won't actually be on the market by then, however.

2 comments:

  1. How wonderful to hear how your progress continues. I hope you are giving yourself credit for making this happen, and for making a transition to a new, albeit familiar, place.

    NY in springtime is glorious. I hope you have a wonderful trip.

    And a suggestion: maybe you can consider planting a lovely perennial in your present place. The plant could memorialize your gratitude for being able to live there.

    Hugs!

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  2. And how is/was New York? I hope the weather cooperated to make for a lovely visit. Early April was warm and beautiful; this past week has been cooler with more seasonal temperatures and much needed rain. The colors of flowers and trees glow everywhere.

    Colors glow but everything isn't rosy. It is not easy making a new life.

    Recently after a trip, I returned to the home my spouse and I shared. Returning made it clearer to me that making a new home in another place is part of my future: not to forget, but to make room for life where sadness isn't expected around every corner, where building a fresh life becomes the imperative.

    Precious memories will forever keep him in my heart. There forever will be gratitude for knowing and loving someone and being loved in return. It was a good life. I was lucky.

    So now building is the plan, one day at a time making a new good life, making new friends and cherishing other friends. A new place will seem empty, albeit in a good different way. Not easy without his gentle support and validation, but doing it I think is the way to go. I know he would approve.

    Having a good life is about caring, don't you think?

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