With less than three weeks till move on date, purging is done, packing is midstream and there is not much of my usual moving melancholy to be found. It may be due to Kurt's decision to take Miss Kitty to the boat today(!) or maybe it's because I don't have as many boxes as I thought I'd have. Or maybe it's because I see the long-distance marriage arrangement coming to an end, finally!
Remember that poetry book by Merritt Malloy, Beware of Older Men? Yes, no one else had heard of it. But it desperately helped me get over being dumped by my first love in 1984. I threw it in the actual recycle bin! And the jars and bottles I collected because I loved their shapes? Recycled! The holiday coffe cups, gone! My sisters would be proud.
The half gallon of Aunt Jemima's syrup is a whole other deal. Yes, I bought it at Costco when I still had three children in the house, at least 10 years ago. And yes, I have moved it three times. Help me, but I can't bring myself to throw it away. It is sitting on our courtyard's "freecycle" stand. The purple scarves are now in someone else's home as well as the butterfly lamp. The syrup remains. Seems there might be a bit of melancholy left or that would be in the trash, eh? Yes, I did look up recipes with massive amounts of syrup in the ingredients list. Couldn't find one I liked. I'll throw it out tonight. I promise.
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