I’m on a “get rid of the crap in my life” kick, a clutter cleanse. Some people have trouble throwing stuff out—not me. I find de-junking liberating, not that I have that much left anyway. I got rid of/gave away a lot of things before the ex and I moved cross-country to Wyoming in 2001. More stuff got tossed when we moved to Utah in 2002, and by the time we unloaded the truck in Las Vegas in 2003, I was down to the bare essentials.
The other night I tackled the closet in my spare bedroom. I told myself I’d go through it for just an hour because when you set a time limit on chores like that, they don’t seem as overwhelming. Sixty minutes later I took three garbage bags to the dumpster. Aaah!
I came across a few remnants of my Kiwi ex—a couple of his cigarette lighters, a calendar with photos of New Zealand, and I stopped for a moment to consider his handwriting in a notebook I found. I hadn’t seen his handwriting in years.
I also came across a few treasures, some I don’t recall seeing before. Speaking of handwriting, check this out.
This is what it says on the back.
Just barely three years old and already writing like that! Brilliant.
There was no date on this, a poem I wrote in a Mother’s Day card.
”And you'll be very gay.” Imagine how much that will go for on eBay once I become a famous author?
Here’s a picture of my great-grandmother, my grandmother, Mom, and me. No date on the back, but judging from the size of me, I’d guess it was taken sometime in 1958. My grandmother, holding me, was about 46 years old. That’s what 46 looked like back then.
This picture cracked me up. Do I look like a brat or what? You can see there was no hope for my hair even back then.
Look at me and my sister Lori. I remember these dresses.
I also came across a bunch of old report cards. My kindergarten teacher wrote, “She expresses her ideas very well. She is mature for her age.” See? I was expressing myself well even back in 1962. Too bad I probably haven’t matured much since then.
It was kind of weird to come across these things. I was like, holy shit, I used to be a freakin’ baby! I used to be a bratty lookin’ kid! I mean, I know I wasn’t always this size, but for some reason, the reality of the passing of time kind of freaked me out.
Life is amazing, don’t you think?