Sunday, March 14, 2010

Day Forty-Three


"It's a pleasure to meet you." I just brought forty-eight years of baggage out of my closet and threw it on the table. I was afraid, but looking at it in the light, it's not that bad. I've done a lot of sorting. The Goodwill has gotten most of my things. Now, compared to her, she might be a lot younger than I, but her luggage can often be heavier, actually, quite a lot heavier, and they should be glad she has a strong man to help her lift it when she tires.

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