I've spent all morning waiting for the garbage truck. Yesterday I cleaned house - literally. I threw away old stuff to make room for new stuff.
It felt great, not sad, to toss boxes originally from Jimmy's office filled with letterhead and envelopes and correspondance from 2002. A year ago I would have kept them because there were a few notations here and there in his handwriting.
I got rid of two framed prints that we bought three houses ago in Fortunoffs. I miss Fortunoffs. Now where can I go to buy the new stuff?
Those prints are hanging on the wall behind us in family photos. Our family is broken and the broken frames are sitting on the curb. I guess I should be grateful that we're not sitting on the curb.
Tony barked when the garbage picker guy came by at 8 AM. Even he took a pass on the Mama Zebra nuzzling baby Zebra print. I figured maybe it clashed with his color scheme, but then I realized...black & white. Should I question Jimmys' and my taste?
An hour ago I called the Sanitation Department to check if the pick up schedule was the same...he said it was but it was slow because it was a heavy day. I told him I, too, was feeling a bit bloated. The guy didn't laugh. He hung up.
After the holidays lots of curbs are overloaded, I guess. January brings old treasures newly classified as junk. Lives evolve and so do we.
My number one resolution for 2010 is to continue to clean out the cobwebs while I hold on to the memories.
P.S. The garbage truck just came.
Just in time for me to run out and give the men
a few sheckles and make my one 'clock hair appointment.
Life is good. Happy New Year, my friends...