Before I left on the trip, I was going through one major cleanout project. In an effort to comply with down right silly requests from social security etc., as well as a need to do a major junk purge to make some storage room for working at home, I've been going through boxes of stuff I didn't even know I had.
I about died yesterday when my neighbor locked herself out and wanted to use my phone. Of course I'm happy to let her use the phone, but my apartment looks like a bomb has gone off in here, and it's going to take me weeks to finish this project. I was so embarrassed. I haven't finished the dusting because I'll dust for 15 minutes and suddenly I'm wheezing. The mask doesn't help.
This evening I pulled out a bag of papers, carefully wrapped in plastic, from the bottom of a box. It's tons of stuff my mom evidently saved from my childhood. There are family photos, baby pictures, report cards, drawings, mother's day cards - and then there was this. This is a note I seem to have left for my mom when I was six.
In case you can't see the six-year-old scrawl, it says "Ryan has ben geveing my trublz zum-times and I don't like it." I laughed for a good 30 minutes. Poor Ryan.
I've got some kid pics of him too that I need to scan in somewhere and send to Sara - or give Sara the pics and keep the scans. His kids should have them someday.
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