Yet another great read. These ALWAYS are. This made me laugh: "I haven’t tried this yet, but I’m writing it down so maybe I will." HA!!!
It's so funny when we start to build up a little Arc pile in the laundry room. David salivates over letting things go. (He would have nothing in this house if he could lol and I would save EVERYTHING!!) So, there is seemingly always a pile that David intends to be donated, but I just let it sit there for months because I can't face the reality of JeeWoo growing out of yet another thing, and then JW can SMELL the pile from a mile away and will slowly pull things out of it. It's a fun little cycle. One I'm sure David loves. lol....
Now I don’t feel so alone. Just yesterday, Geoff, my husband, reflected out loud about the first time he saw me, many decades ago. I was wearing “snug” dark grey corduroy pants, a Texas, cowboy styled flannel shirt, and black cowboy boots. He most recalled how “hot” (his words) I looked in the pants. When I told him those pants were hanging in the closet - still -he smiled warmly with a private image in his mind.
Yet another great read. These ALWAYS are. This made me laugh: "I haven’t tried this yet, but I’m writing it down so maybe I will." HA!!!
It's so funny when we start to build up a little Arc pile in the laundry room. David salivates over letting things go. (He would have nothing in this house if he could lol and I would save EVERYTHING!!) So, there is seemingly always a pile that David intends to be donated, but I just let it sit there for months because I can't face the reality of JeeWoo growing out of yet another thing, and then JW can SMELL the pile from a mile away and will slowly pull things out of it. It's a fun little cycle. One I'm sure David loves. lol....
Keep the great words coming, my wise friend!!
We have the same cycle going with our donation bag! Love that you can relate and that line made you laugh! Your reactions always make my day. ❤️
Now I don’t feel so alone. Just yesterday, Geoff, my husband, reflected out loud about the first time he saw me, many decades ago. I was wearing “snug” dark grey corduroy pants, a Texas, cowboy styled flannel shirt, and black cowboy boots. He most recalled how “hot” (his words) I looked in the pants. When I told him those pants were hanging in the closet - still -he smiled warmly with a private image in his mind.