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We got through basically all of the clothes except for a very few in my old bedroom closet early this afternoon. Including the rubbermaid bins of rummage sale leftovers in the basement, from which I plucked a few of Cassie's cotton/cotton blend toddler things that didn't sell and about a dozen of my dad's shirts that didn't sell. Around 2 my Aunt Penny and I grabbed scissors and started scrapping stuff out. I started with a new pair of fabric shears I bought at the grocery store this morning when I picked up doughnuts. They're Singer and they're nice and sharp and all, but those damned handles! I've got small hands and the holes made my thumb and index finger hurt like hell! I think I started to get a bruise on my thumb after awhile, too. After my Aunt left I grabbed mom's spring loaded Fiskars quilting shears.:) SCHWEEET!!! Those things are fucking awesome!
The only downer, of all things, was the fucking second-hand smoke! Sheeit. My brother decided to proclaim that smoking was fine in the house, that bastard...;( Aunt Nancy, Uncle Skip, and Aunt Penny's weird boyfriend Chuck all smoke, and Nancy and Chuck both decided it would be a fine time to chain smoke. I managed alright, I suppose (so far, no big asthma flare), but when John came over in the afternoon the first thing he did after he walked in, even before grabbing a beer from the fridge, was throw open a couple of windows in the living room.:) Not like Nancy or Chuck got the fucking hint, but it did help with the toxicity of the air...Nancy and Skip had a 50th wedding anniversary party thing to go to tonight, and after they left I threw open a couple of kitchen windows, too. Doris came over from next door with the mail and she could still tell there was alot of smoke lingering a couple of hours after Nancy and Skip left for their shindig. Doris is a smoker, too, and she was a bit taken aback last night when she stopped over to chat and Nancy encouraged her to sit and have a smoke or two rather than go outside like she usually does. She was all like "Just tell them you need them to smoke outside so the house can air out and so your lungs get a break--they should smoke outside anyway!" She's so cool, which is why she's my surogate mom!
So, for most of the night tonight, I sat and watched my Saturday night standards--COPS, America's Most Wanted, 48 Hours Investigates, and then MSNBC investigates and cut cut cut away. So far I've not been able to bring myself to cut any of dad's newer long sleeved workshirts, one of mom's flannel nighties or a summer weight house coat she wore alot last summer. The housecoat still smelled like she did after a shower, that dial soap smell mixed with the clean fabric smell. That brought a lump to my throat...Another rather surreal moment occurred right before Nancy and Skip left. Old Spice. Skip wears fucking Old Spice, just like my dad did. Old Spice mixed with second hand cigarette smoke, like a blast back to my childhood. That got me, too.
Anyway, I made it without crying, believe it or not. I figure I'll put aside things I'm not ready to cut apart yet and keep going with the things I don't have a problem with. After I'm done scrapping everything out I'll turn my attentions back to making room here in my over crammed spare room to make room for things from mom's. That should keep a decent emotional balance, at least I hope so...
The only downer, of all things, was the fucking second-hand smoke! Sheeit. My brother decided to proclaim that smoking was fine in the house, that bastard...;( Aunt Nancy, Uncle Skip, and Aunt Penny's weird boyfriend Chuck all smoke, and Nancy and Chuck both decided it would be a fine time to chain smoke. I managed alright, I suppose (so far, no big asthma flare), but when John came over in the afternoon the first thing he did after he walked in, even before grabbing a beer from the fridge, was throw open a couple of windows in the living room.:) Not like Nancy or Chuck got the fucking hint, but it did help with the toxicity of the air...Nancy and Skip had a 50th wedding anniversary party thing to go to tonight, and after they left I threw open a couple of kitchen windows, too. Doris came over from next door with the mail and she could still tell there was alot of smoke lingering a couple of hours after Nancy and Skip left for their shindig. Doris is a smoker, too, and she was a bit taken aback last night when she stopped over to chat and Nancy encouraged her to sit and have a smoke or two rather than go outside like she usually does. She was all like "Just tell them you need them to smoke outside so the house can air out and so your lungs get a break--they should smoke outside anyway!" She's so cool, which is why she's my surogate mom!
So, for most of the night tonight, I sat and watched my Saturday night standards--COPS, America's Most Wanted, 48 Hours Investigates, and then MSNBC investigates and cut cut cut away. So far I've not been able to bring myself to cut any of dad's newer long sleeved workshirts, one of mom's flannel nighties or a summer weight house coat she wore alot last summer. The housecoat still smelled like she did after a shower, that dial soap smell mixed with the clean fabric smell. That brought a lump to my throat...Another rather surreal moment occurred right before Nancy and Skip left. Old Spice. Skip wears fucking Old Spice, just like my dad did. Old Spice mixed with second hand cigarette smoke, like a blast back to my childhood. That got me, too.
Anyway, I made it without crying, believe it or not. I figure I'll put aside things I'm not ready to cut apart yet and keep going with the things I don't have a problem with. After I'm done scrapping everything out I'll turn my attentions back to making room here in my over crammed spare room to make room for things from mom's. That should keep a decent emotional balance, at least I hope so...
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