This morning I got up and saw the bucket was turned over so I brought the camera card in to see who the mischief maker was. There is no clip of the bucket toss, instead there was this.
I have never seen any sign or hint of a skunk in our neighborhood.
What next!?! I can’t wait to be surprised. I hope it’s Bigfoot.
Did I ever write about my dilemma with old letters?
Hm, well I just did search and turned up a brief post from almost 20 years ago about this very same box of old letters.
I don’t hang on to a lot of stuff but I have a hat box of old cards and letters. Some from friends, old boyfriends, family.
I was looking at the old boyfriend letters and trying to decide what to do with them. I do not want them. I do not want to throw them away. I thought I might read them and then throw them away and after one paragraph I do not want to read them.
At some point in time they will be trash, why not now?
Maybe the next step to death cleaning is to hire people to throw away things you know you don’t want but don’t want to be responsible for trashing yourself. (See also: ancient stuffed animals.)
I tried an experimental exercise and chose a few letters from a guy I met in Cancun in 1989. The letters are HILARIOUS. Not in a cringey way but in a — this guy was clever and funny. I can’t throw them away. I don’t need to keep them.
I have no answers.