After spending a day standing up
going through boxes of papers, letters, notes, photos, messages, bills,
drawings....etc. I've decided to sit down. PHEW!
Standing in the cold shuffling
papers while two men hammered and puffed and pulled pipes in the house, was
entertained by Christmas tapes and CDs (getting tired of this music) and became
an inner journey of 30 years with one woman.
Creating a small pile of photos
and writings, I separated the rest to a shred pile and a trash bag pile.
The sun moved across the sky as
box after box was emptied and tossed into a pile of their own.
Letters from my mother to her
mother about the missing uncle in WWII, the 1983 wedding book, the 90's health
problem culminating in the 2002 heart attack, and the ever repetitive copies of
notes and print outs to doctors and herself about her lack of health and dreams
filled my reading task.
And yet, there is still no hot
water. The gas has been turned off at the street, so the city must be called to
reinstate the fuel.
The other little project, to
replace the kitchen down drain, turned into an estimate to replace a bunch of
pipes.
So at the end of the day, I have a
sore back, a bunch of plaster wall missing, no kitchen sink, lots of pipes
running out of the foundation, no gas, squirrels in the attic, lots of bags of
trash, a small pile of photos and notes, and the thought of replacing the
master joist of this money drain.
Tomorrow is another day, so sleep
well with a few adult drinks, leave the bathroom dripping, and await for the
snow with a small electric heater.
The positive look is the amount of
trash created. The negative look....?
Just another life is never easy.
Sleep well tonight.
2 comments:
Life is never easy. It is, however, all that we have. Put snow tires on the bike, and your mukluks by the fire.
Ain't got no extra bed, but you're welcome to come stay warm with us.
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