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52 Card Project 2021: Week 25: Boxes
Jun. 26th, 2021 09:40 pmThis past week I took another week of vacation to go through boxes. This is, what the eighth week of vacation I've taken for this purpose in a little over three years?
Which absolutely sucks.
I am still angry that Rob left such a mess for me to deal with. But I AM dealing with it. Slowly. It is exhausting, laborious, and emotionally, it is absolutely harrowing. Hardly a nice restful week away. I always cry a lot during "box weeks."
In one respect I got lucky: coincidentally, my next-door neighbor had rented a dumpster for a kitchen remodel, and he kindly let me know I could throw anything I wanted into there. I was able to get rid of a lot of more stuff than I expected thanks to that permission.
This card pictures various items that I found this week going through boxes in the basement and garage: a journal he kept for three weeks when he was 11. A marksman certificate that he earned from the National Rifle Association (!) when he was a scout. A fly fisherman tying kit. A bottle of gun oil. A crisp dollar bill--possibly from a first paycheck? Etc.
I rented a U-Haul truck and dropped off crates of computer equipment for donation. I took some stuff to Fiona, and more to hazardous waste: fluorescent bulbs, window air conditioners (those were HEAVY) and a lawn mower.
One of the items on the card is a slip of paper that I found on the basement steps--it must have fallen out of one of the boxes I was carrying upstairs to the dumpster. Opening it was a shock and, again, it made me cry.
It was a copy of our wedding vows, with our names noted in Rob's handwriting.
Boxes
Click here to read about the 52 card project and see the year's gallery.
Which absolutely sucks.
I am still angry that Rob left such a mess for me to deal with. But I AM dealing with it. Slowly. It is exhausting, laborious, and emotionally, it is absolutely harrowing. Hardly a nice restful week away. I always cry a lot during "box weeks."
In one respect I got lucky: coincidentally, my next-door neighbor had rented a dumpster for a kitchen remodel, and he kindly let me know I could throw anything I wanted into there. I was able to get rid of a lot of more stuff than I expected thanks to that permission.
This card pictures various items that I found this week going through boxes in the basement and garage: a journal he kept for three weeks when he was 11. A marksman certificate that he earned from the National Rifle Association (!) when he was a scout. A fly fisherman tying kit. A bottle of gun oil. A crisp dollar bill--possibly from a first paycheck? Etc.
I rented a U-Haul truck and dropped off crates of computer equipment for donation. I took some stuff to Fiona, and more to hazardous waste: fluorescent bulbs, window air conditioners (those were HEAVY) and a lawn mower.
One of the items on the card is a slip of paper that I found on the basement steps--it must have fallen out of one of the boxes I was carrying upstairs to the dumpster. Opening it was a shock and, again, it made me cry.
It was a copy of our wedding vows, with our names noted in Rob's handwriting.
Click here to read about the 52 card project and see the year's gallery.