Wednesday, April 02, 2008
there is good news
You remember all those summer clothes I sorted from my closet in November to bring down to the cellar? How I hung them on the hooks behind the bedroom door “for a few days” like a flag to show what an organized grown-up I am? Then all the mental anguish and turmoil I went through every time I got a glimpse of them hanging there waiting for a responsible person to store them away for the winter months? I realized I had no intention of carrying them downstairs. I couldn’t be bothered. Well, we were out in the garden on Sunday dealing out death sentences to various underperformers. These sentences soon morphed into stays of execution because there’s nothing but sissies in my house. It was sunny and warm and maybe things would, you know, improve for the green things. Anyway what I want to say is remember those clothes that were breaking my heart and making me feel like shit simultaneously? You know, the sleeveless tops, the linen pants, that hoity-toit blazer from Piazza Sempione? Well, they don’t have to go downstairs anymore, but can just go back in the bedroom closet. Or stay right where they are for all I care.
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The past few days, I've been doing the same thing with a bunch of trash bags we bought that we don't like. We're going to bring them to the animal shelter, but I haven't had a chance to drive there yet. I hope since homeless cats and dogs are involved, that will be enough motivation to drive there tomorrow.
Ditto! I've been living with Summer clothes all Winter and pulling winter clothes from bags at the bottom of the wardrobe. It's nice to be back to normality now. ; )
Happy Summer time - by the way, adore your write-up on the time change -a big-time poem, for sure ; ))
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