End of life on the planet as we know it… That is what the weather guys are promising. Doesn’t look very exciting to me. Nevermind they say that thunder, lightning, wind, rain, hail, tornadoes, locust plagues… are promised.
I am out of yesterday’s huge funk.
I am reading a pretty stupid book. I have no idea why it is on the NYTimes Best Seller list. I got it from the library. As a kindle book. The Life-Changing Magic Of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. I think it only makes sense if you are a young Japanese woman. But, it did cause me to have a HUGE epiphany.
Carlton is not a trinket or knickknack. Carlton was never a trinket or knickknack. Keeping his trinkets, knickknacks, 4 really sharp pocket knives, awards, engraved fountain pens, his personalized “desk set”, none of this stuff was Carlton. Keeping these tchotchkes will not bring Carlton back. Or keep his memory alive. For me, Carlton was a force of nature. Not a tie tack.
This is hugely liberating. Don’t know if it will work for any other widow. But, it sure works for me.
Weather or not. Still nothing.